A thousand years of history
caressed in woodwormed beams,
cradled in wattle and daub.
Past whispers in mullion windows,
pale faces etched in leaded glass.
Centuries a heartbeat.
Uneven polished floor.
Footsteps tread a muffled echo,
a glimpse of yesteryear.
Secrets hidden, stories untold.
Bulldozers threatening at the end of the road.