The churchyard wall

The bricks of the old wall   while crumbling  live
Five hundred years of history passed them by
While plants grew in  the  cracks below, above

Apart from  people, this is what I  love
That ancient structures stand  and  do not die
The bricks of this old wall  while crumbling  live

A little beauty will do well enough
This  cheers my heart   and lifts my spirits high
Wild  flowers grow in  the  cracks below, above

We fill  our minds and homes with shop bought stuff
Gaze on   bricks and cracks, what will we spy?
The bricks of this old wall  while crumbling  live

Like old complexions, older bricks are rough
The Vicar cannot smooth them though they try
Holes  for plants inscribe these cracks  with love

 From generations past, ghosts wander. shy.
Looking for their graves,  they whisper,sigh
The bricks of the old wall   still crumbling  live
Tenacious   weeds  shall wave  below, above

 

 

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