Neglect

I thought I'd return to a rondel as the poetic form this week. This was occasioned by seeing several greenhouses close by just left in a ruinous state. The picture, however, is not any of those as it would be unfair to the owners.

Neglect

A tangle of twisted metal, broken glass
Decay where once the fruit was grown
Fine harvests every summer known
Now eaten by the weeds and grass

Tomatoes, fresh, tasty, such first class
Seeds with diligence each year sown
A tangle of twisted metal, broken glass
Decay where once the fruit was grown

The turning point, where storms trespass
Where the metal fractures with a groan
An old greenhouse dying with a moan
Time’s neglect, wind, rain, gales pass
A tangle of twisted metal, broken glass