My story goes untold...

Over there in the distance  is the crumbly shepherds house.  We can see it from our back garden. You can just see the form on the horizon. It's a peculiar structure to look at. There are also no roads to it, the only way is just  through fields and burns.

In the old days a shepherd lived there and his flock would surrounded him. The cottages where we live now would not have been here then.  All of the area would have been grazing land and woodland.

I wondered how it would be to be so alone within your surroundings and removed from other people. Would he have been lonely, tending his flock all day?. The nearest village to us is 3 miles and then, the roads would have rather basic.

 The house however always seems sad though no longer fulfilling its potential.


The walls no longer,
Hold me up.
I see the sky within,
The feeling of the tumbling down,
Upon the sodden ground.
Saddens me, behold.
No one comes to help me back.
And no one hears my cry.
My story goes untold my friend.
No more a house am I...