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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.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/19/2019 9:19:00 PM

As a history aficionado, I just love ancient buildings/ruins...Side question: Ever travel to Israel? -- Ruins aplenty, about each of which a book could be written. You can just 'feel it,' esp. in Jerusalem, of course. … Love the poem! :) gw

M. L. Kiser
Date: 1/20/2019 8:13:00 AM

I have not been there; it is on my bucket list though. Ruins are wonderful to draw, as well. thanks so much.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/18/2019 11:08:00 AM

"ancient ruins love company" - I do believe this with all my heart, M.L.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 1/18/2019 1:07:00 PM

If only they could speak; the stories.....I could listen for an entire lifetime.

Nette Onclaud

Date: 1/18/2019 11:06:00 AM

so much DNA in these landmarks;i love to travel and experience the history behindthem... an absolutely deep write,ML... huggs

M. L. Kiser
Date: 1/18/2019 1:08:00 PM

I do too, love old churches, houses, cabins; gosh a lousy temple column must have a million stories to tell. Thanks Nette.