Cobble Hill

She dragged, alone, the cobbled road -
The leaves danced starry, passing by.
Her bag was withered, torn and past -
Her soul was aged, with wisdom sighed.
A smile to those, who dropped their hat,
She walked this path a thousand days.
A while to stop, not what once was -
To grasp this town with awestruck gaze.
The run of horses, stopped by homes -
The church alight at hour’s end -
The sons & daughters, have there own -
The corner shops, which once were friends.
But now, these kindred spirits float,
A life that is; not one she knew.
The songs that flittered through her bones,
This life that is, this life so new.
She heaves again, she starts for home -
To wait, to wonder, what will be.
She leaves and dreams of when she will -
This stranger of society.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 31st January 2007