A shining new beacon of glass and steel;
airy and spacious it stands – to the world
an example of power and dominance.
The old building is dwarfed down below,
seeming to bow its head in submission –
to the inevitable.
The axe WILL fall.
A token celebration of its long life
will be played out to appease those who have
known and loved it.
What lives you have seen, what events have come
to pass.
You stood your ground through two world wars and the
hurricane of ‘87 when a pier
(built of less sturdy stuff) was carried off
into the sea.
Shaken to the foundations you were when
a lone radio picked up the distress
signals – the first tower assailed. Spirits
have been lifted and nurtured within these walls.

How many future legends have stood in
that school hall, calling out to an audience
far beyond the bounds of mere bricks and mortar.
Your stones ring with the sculpting of many
a fair human child into the adults
they will be and moulded with pride and eloquence
to take to the stage and shine forth.
Your life may be doomed to change
and destruction but in our hearts you will
stand strong and solid in that beam of light…


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Peter Wells aka Countingducks
    Oct 23, 2013 @ 10:09:48

    I also wonder about old buildings as I look at newer ones, and the secrets they have seen. Lovely reflective verse


  2. Nicola Winsland
    Oct 24, 2013 @ 21:35:46

    Perfect Helen x


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