This was written in early December, and I'd forgotten about it until today.
A Ruined Church
I walked through the ruins that day
The roof bare to the winds and rain
No one left here to mourn or pray
A place where once our God did reign
A sparrow lights on fallen stones
As I wander, through a desolation
This is the graveyard time of bones
An ending to that firm foundation
And I gather stones, and one by one
Begin to build, once more with hope
The clouds are parting, again the sun
My back is aching, but I will cope
Francesco, why do you try, they say?
But I heard God call one fateful day
1924: Une semaine ou deux d'vant Noué
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Une semaine ou deux d'vant Noué, j'adonni à être un jour à la campagne
siez un jeune fermi de mes amins.
Je n'm'en vaie pas vos dithe san nom, car si...
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