Poem- I Hear Their Cries

(Old Church in Jackhead, Manitoba)

I Hear Their Cries

By: Christine Smith (McFarlane)

Decaying

Whitewashed

Boards

  

Turned

A muddled gray

Windows

Boarded up

Haphazardly

Overgrown

Grass

Picket fence

Belies the truth

I walk my way

Through

These grounds

A sadness
Overwhelms me

And I find myself

Asking

Why would anyone

Want to see

Decay

Disrepair

I hear

The cries

In the winds that

Whisper

 around me

And I

Lift my head

And say

I hear your

Cries

My tears fall

For you

(2013)