She stood so long in silence <br />Neglected in disrepair, <br />Battered by waves and wind <br />Decaying in the salty air. <br /> <br />Engulfed by the fierce inferno <br />Her battered shell ablaze, <br />Though the smokey haze hid her charred remains <br />She now stands a shadow of better days. <br /> <br />We stand in the shadows of the pier <br />Dwarfed by her giant rusting skeletal frame, <br />Now only a nightly roost for starlings <br />As we look up in shame. <br /> <br />Our pier is now just a burnt out wreck <br />And we look in sadness at her decay, <br />For Hastings needs it's pier <br />Is what the people say. <br /> <br />Hoping that one day the pier will rise again <br />from it's decine <br />To again bless the Hastings shore, <br />Or be condemned to the elements <br />And gone forevermore.<br /><br />GORDON BUTCHERS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-hastings-pier/
