The Estate That Once Was

Their fairly ovate leaves danced as they willed.

By the left creaked a gate of old age steel,
As the atrocious weather bought on a quite familiar feel

Soon nature summoned a much greater wind, where
Rooftops of nearby estates flew, guilty as sin

The canal of murky green littered with rage, went battering through the daunting village with its unpaid wage

The Moon threw a spiteful glance, disfiguring what was once, a happy estate
Not a human walked since before the ghost town of Village Green earned its cruel fate

01.10.2012
©Hazera Begum