I saw it first <br />When I was five, <br />It was small, <br />So small <br />So Cornish. <br />Inside it was painted white <br />And two of it’s windows <br />Were of Stained Glass <br />So simple and <br />Beautiful <br />The pews glowed <br />Warm and brown <br />In the evening light <br />It was a place <br />Of peace. <br />And God <br /> Must think it <br />Was good. <br />But when I was older <br />The world <br />And God <br />Didn’t go together <br />I lost faith <br />But I didn’t <br />Lose my love of <br />Old Kea Church.<br /><br />Mike Tonkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-kea-church/
