The Lives of the Ruins
Ancient ruins stand alone,
tired sentries over ancient lands;
they watch and remember their glory days.
Testaments to their builders;
do they ever wish a glorious revivification?
History tells their stories when
they need them heard but,
the, “horses mouth” can tell them better.
Visit them and share their lives;
they do love company.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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