.4. Ruined Poem by David Threadgold

The old roman ruins
Turned pillars to dust
The weather being fierce
Where the irons now rust

Huge hand carved blocks
Lying roughly askew
With masons initials
Still showing from new

Like a giants been shopping
With a huge stack of tins
He took from the bottom
Where the tumble begins

The old roman ruins
What a sight to be seen
They will all turn to dust
Where the ruins have been


© 2008 David Threadgold
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