sitting on an old stone wall crumbly down from centuries before when monks prayed there offered alms or buried the rich and poor the silence was tangible beside the ruined monastery a round tower shambled too ivy laden truncated now to tiny fragments battles long gone beside the Pale a robin came to size me up as a wren flitted tiny be amongst the rambled tower remains its such a day that life opens up the soul
08/08/2019
This is lovely, as are so many of your poems.