They let the grass
grow high in the meadow
then bring in the sheep
to keep it trim

In one corner
the church with its
tall steeple : on
summer days
it casts a long
shadow

So many shadows
in their blighted lives

Here so many hearts
failed as the years
bled them to death

Everywhere else
was a land of plenty
and love was the ticket

She finally left
when the roses
were in bloom

One summer’s day
For years nobody
noticed she was gone

John Lyons