The Ruin. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

How many years have you been here,
with your walls falling down
and no roof to keep you dry.
Wild flowers and weeds are your floor and wild
animals have made you their home.

The stories you could tell of centuries gone by.
Of life within your walls, of life outside.
Of the battles fought and those that were lost.
Of the daily strives and turmoils.
Of everyone who paid the price.

Old ruin you will still be here,
when we are long gone.
You will shine in the sunlight
and gleam in the moonlight
and your four walls will always
be a refuge for the animals and the birds,
for to them you are home and somewhere to stay.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .