St Daniel's Church

A ring of trees surrounds the church 
just the spires pinnacle shows
Its hilltop perch anounces still
the love of god forever grows

yet its graves lay hidden; lost
the dead beneath the living trees
nature claiming what is hers
the door is locked without the keys

the stain glass windows; boarded up
no candle burns at Evensong
confetti now is leaves from trees
congregations no more throng

the spade of those who dig the graves
piercing consecrated ground
though not around the church these days
unless a saviour is found!

The churches salvation is in hand
a shining knight upon a horse!
The church is listed - grade I no-less
wrapped up in bright red tape of course!

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