The Village

The village and Loch look so lovely today

The sun shines brightly on a glorious day

And brown wooden houses stand all in a row

A place of tranquility a pleasure to know

Mountains stand tall in this wonderful scene

Long forest walks where ancestors have been

The village lies sleeping remote and refined

So calm and so peaceful forgotten by time

There are empty houses with stories to tell

Ghosts from the past that still like to dwell

The sadness around is hidden with laughter

And swallows build nests way up in the rafter

Some people move on to start lives anew

But what of the village, what can we do

As time passes by and the future awaits

The blackbird sits tall on an old wooden gate

The wildlife looks on from the fields and the trees

This once busy village is brought to its knees

The sun shines brightly on the village today

And the wood-pigeon coos on a tree far away

This village survived throughout all the years

Good times and bad, with hopes and not fears

Like the phoenix that rose from the ashes of fire

The village, the re-birth will begin to transpire

Author

Jeanie McBain

Hello,

I am a retired freelance journalist who has a passion for writing. I am married with three grown up children and three wonderful grandchildren.

I am now enjoying life as a senior citizen.

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