War - Ww1 - The Amiens Cathedral, Northern France Poem by Paul Warren

On 11/11/11 on a cold clear morning
At 7.30 am I left the hotel still yawning
I could see the Amiens Cathedral
In the distance not far at all

So I walked their ANZAC steps at a brisk pace
Wondering if they were there still in this place
Then I came upon the building with its spire
And the lead light windows made to inspire

The Cathedral that stood throughout the Great War
Except for some of the lead light broken above the doors
I stood and looked at it and wondered
About the history that transpired

Whilst this Cathedral stood
The worst occurred as marking time it could
Can these things that we humans do
Stain the places meant to be forever true?

© Paul Warren Poetry