Thursday, 26 July 2012

A Poem and photographs to go with it.





Hauxwell Church.


Standing grey
among the trees
that seem to shield it from the sunlight;
its stone steps and floors
are worn by the feet
of generations.

Built within the grounds
of the Hall,
men and women trudged along the path
on Sunday mornings,
brought more by duty
than religion.

They lie now
in the graveyard,
their gravestones as worn
and ancient
as the floors on which they trod.

10 comments:

MorningAJ said...

Oh that's nice. We have a similar site to that near here (Staunton Harold. The church is now an NT property but the house is still privately owned.)

I love the line about duty and religion. It's so true!

Heather said...

A lovely poem and beautiful pictures to remind us of times past, though the times themselves may not have been so lovely for some.

Hildred and Charles said...

You have not lost any of your talent for writing lovely poetry, Pat. The church is beautiful, - was it inspired by duty or religion, I wonder.

Gerry Snape said...

all about community and frienship...for me...thankyou!

The Solitary Walker said...

Very nice, Pat.

angryparsnip said...

Wonderful poem and the photos enhance it beautifully.

cheers, parsnip

steven said...

the words at once unwrap and entwine the pictures in history and reflection . . . . steven

John "By Stargoose And Hanglands" said...

Yes, if you worked for the Lord of the Manor you didn't have much choice about attending church, you did as you were told!

cloudia charters said...

Love this country interlude, as well as blade runner-


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Reader Wil said...

I really love those photos!