What Lay Before?
by pete marshall
They hopped along this sacred earth
where bones would lay in open graves
picked the worms from rotting leaves
that turn to mulch and then decay
A flap of wings upon a gust
would settle forth within the trees
perched on high to spy the world
tears would flow as all would grieve
Feather’s fell from high above
floating past an open view
they sat upon a window ledge
where dolls would play in solitude
Bars align this sheltered space
hardened steel surrounds the home
boards are trod by strangers who
remove the tiles where magpies roam
Two would sit upon the slate
beneath where dreams of hope now fade
rock is dropped to crash and break
upon the path where gold once lay
***********
Ever wondered What Lay Before? My home has a history and the land is stands on can tell even older tales.
image courtesy creative commons flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/raulc/
