On our drive in, we had seen several building ruins (churches and houses) and I had hoped to stop for photos on our return trip. The weather, by this point was not conducive to lingering, so my stops were brief and my camera and lens required frequent attempts to dry them. Nonetheless, the Irish weather added to the loneliness of the abandoned buildings.
Life in Ruins
For many a year, I stood here proud,
filled with life, love, music and laughter.
Under sunny skies and under cloud,
thinking I’d last forever after.
But all too soon, things began to change,
famine, strife and poverty in turn.
People moved away and left the grange,
looking for work, more money to earn.
Now I sit here, my roof in tatters,
smashed windows and doors, a toothless grin.
Nothing to stop the raindrop splatters,
furious snow storms or blasting wind.
All who stop, just see quaint old ruins,
they think not of my long history.
Still, some small happenstance drew you in,
perhaps you’ll unlock my mystery.