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The Abbey Ruins

Poetry By: Bert Broomberg

This sonnet was inspired by the beauty of Fountains Abbey in Yorkshire. Once Fountains Abbey was the richest abbey of England but after Henry VIII came into conflict with Rome and started the Church of England, the abbeys were dissolved and most of them fell into ruin after Henry more or less plundered them.

Submitted:Jan 28, 2013    Reads: 20    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   

The Abbey Ruins

A seat of learning where the wise monks read
Their treasured books on how to live like saints,
And drew pictures of Christ in vivid paints,
To prove, to them, their Lord was far from dead.
A fort of refuge for all who dared
To seek a place far from the oppressor,
Or simply in need of a confessor,
Who listened patiently as if he cared.
Till King Henry split the English nation
In mad search of the second papal throne;
A quest of rubble, demolished stone
That shook our faith in the reformation.
As real faith and stone are turning shabby,
Tourists flock to this now ruined abbey.


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