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| Broch Of Gurness by Thelma Nicol from the Tales Of Eynhallow I wandered round these ancient ruins, With thoughts so far away, I thought of hallowed customs, When people here did stay. And then I touched some weathered stones, Someone had built with care, Fashioned with an artist's touch, Although no tools were there. A hollowed stone where once a maid, Had ground the corn for bread, Blackened stones upon the floor, Say: "Here a fire was laid". Some skins spread on the floor, perhaps, To keep the small room warm, And in this ancient home, no doubt, Children too were born. A thousand years ago or more, These warriors hunted deer, And fashioned with their work worn hands, Bead and bowl and spear. Perhaps a thousand years from now, Someone will wander round, The ruins of our modern homes, All scattered on the ground. Will some machine-made cooking pot, Or factory-fashioned cup, Remain a thousand years somewhere, For someone to pick up? |
Posted by drewbhoy15th June 2017ce Edited 15th June 2017ce
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