Here, where history was once
played out as present day,
canons congregated in cloisters
and carried out the mundane tasks
of everyday living.
Here, parishioners prayed and practiced
their faith in areas now exposed.
Today their prayers would have been
carried on the wind.....
maybe they were then,
perhaps they still linger!
Walking here among the ruins
treads time, follows footsteps
of kings and queens who
regaled this place of religion
with royal visits.
In the quiet that resides here
those who no longer tread this soil
rest in peace, protected by
the priory walls.
One only young, the son
of a king.
Here, among the ruins
present day mingles with history.
Eager eyes search for pellets
left by owls, looking for clues as
to their last lunch!
Here, hiding behind walls that
still stand straight and steady,
little people laugh at how
cleverly they are concealed,
convinced they won't be found.
Life was lived here,
prayers were said here,
those who no longer lived
were laid to rest here.
Life goes on here among the ruins.
