The Deserted Village - Poem by David Mitchell
This desert place was once a village,
A place that breathed with life –
Eleven fam'lies lived and work'd,
And lived through joy and strife.
I would have walk'd straight past this ruin,
And nothing would have seen,
If it had not been shown to me,
That sorrowful empty scene.
The remnant of this settlement:
A half house and a wall.
Witness what grim destruction
Towns - and nations - can befall.
(Thursday,6th April,2006. Northumberland.)
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