Poetic memories
November 17th, 2008 David
Many thanks to Tina for sharing both her evocative poem remembering the earthquake that damaged the church spire, and her photo montage.
Earthquake
Waking
from our peaceful slumber
by shaking wall
and trembling tiles,
quaking deep
within the ground,
unusual
in these placid isles.
Trapped in time
like flies in amber,
our thoughts
go ever circling round,
as life itself,
the yearly seasons,
yet still
we search
for hidden reasons.
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It’s now mid November and father and son team, Richard and Matt, together with Robin, from Cedar Steeplejack, have passed the half-way stage of the rebuilding work.