Shiloh Church Poem by ERNEST CLARY

The old shiloh church down in seventy six
has a leaky roof
no one will fix
its just standing there
alone and bare
no one seems to care
my kin folk in the cemetery at its rear
all folks that lived here
or near
the bell used to ring daily
year after year
I sit there and pray
it brings me to a former day
when people gathered to hear
what the preacher had to say
as it went through the years and lifes stages
it inspired many
now its falling to the ages