It tapered three stories
into the sky,
once a long time ago
under this spire,
a bell had sung
people toward double doors below.
We do not know when
the bell was gone,
we do not know why
a snake of wind reached down
and toppled just that gray
wood and slate upon this ground
into the sky,
once a long time ago
under this spire,
a bell had sung
people toward double doors below.
We do not know when
the bell was gone,
we do not know why
a snake of wind reached down
and toppled just that gray
wood and slate upon this ground
3 comments:
The demise of a building is so sad...
Wonderful 55!
Awww...
Something fell down?
Blowed-Up?
Better late than Never Izz...
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Sunday!
This is a lovely 55!
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