Twas on that solemn August eve <br />When skies did glow like setting sun <br />A time that no one shall forget <br />That tore the town apart, <br />The ruins smoldered through the morn <br />And smoke engulfed the locals who <br />Surveyed the scene with disbelief <br />And sadness filled each heart. <br />The soul had gone <br />The spirit lost <br />We all had paid a dreadful cost. <br /> <br />The building stood yet but a shell <br />The landscape now forever changed <br />Where once a proud reminder of <br />Those days so long ago, <br />The workers who had stiched the seam <br />And cut the cloth for many years <br />Could not believe it all was gone <br />So many tears did flow. <br />They looked towards the smoky sky <br />And there they stood all asking why? <br /> <br />The site now cleared there's nothing left <br />An empty void that can't be filled <br />Another jewel been taken by <br />That undeserving hand, <br />For all those lives it helped to forge <br />Their memories now but ash and dust <br />And blown upon the weeping wind <br />Across the barren land, <br />The stars did shine <br />The night was still <br />When flames engulfed old Shannon's Mill.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shannon-s-mill/
