The Nursing Home
Unblinking eyes And vacant stare, With mind Uncomprehending space, That gazed From out of time's despair, Of leaden limb And leaden face. The window frame Encased the East Where Autumn's light Was first to drain, The only sound The railway had Was hollowed When it herald'd rain. She saw with limber step The girl Who nimbly picked The sheaf of corn, Who row by row And stook by stook In laughter Crushed the stubble thorn. She heard The children's reckless laugh; In love they came, She watched them grow. She gazed From out an empty room Where silently She saw them go. The train Still travelled from the East, Its hollowed sound Again meant rain, And locked Into a window frame Unblinking still, Perceived the pain.