Cragg Cottage 2 Poem by James Tipp

Tiny Haven

This tiny haven from another era
White washed walls obscure its age
In time gone past what was your purpose?
Oaken lintels, beamed walls display the past
What were you in another time?
A labourers cottage filled with family?
A storage loft and barn that smelled of animals?
Whatever! now no hint remains no ghostly presence
Just the scratching bats as evening comes
Sharing a hidden place above our heads
A country retreat that inspires the soul.


(July 2011)