The Ruin

Standing alone in a field of green Near the cliffs edge by the sea Nothing in view for miles around Just ocean and greenery A ruin so simply beautiful That has withstood the test of time Determined and steadfast Though no longer in its prime It’s roof once shiny tin Comprised now of one rusty sheet The stone so lovingly hand laid Now crumbled and incomplete All that’s left of this home that was Some rusty metal, wood and stone Who lived here through the decades Were they happy in this home? What stories could this old ruin tell? What secrets does it hold? Did it house happiness and love Or dark mysteries to be told This ruin and where it stands Is a compelling work of art So intriguing and so proud Captivates my heart!