There is beauty in the buildings The cracked brick, the stained concrete -shaped stain, stippled stain The tree growing on the roof, by the chimney And the mark on the wall, where the roof once was It takes effort to spawn ugliness, Effort of which few are capable- Here there is purpose and strength And in ruins, purpose fulfilled, And the constant purpose of the plants and animals.
Great imagery, Clare. I get a strong sense of the place and its power.
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Thank you. More sense of place tomorrow.
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