Gloucester Cathedral – Poem

Gloucester Cathedral


I’m not religious at all but I like to walk through Gloucester cathedral

The essence of lives, who has been here before

The old worn stone, the names on the walls,

Shadows through time, from those who came and went

Vibrations of history and days spent

Bright vivid pictures telling stories of old

Having no need to read words for the illiterate to behold

From 670s built on each time, until a large tower reaches high in the sky

Words on the floors, who lays here

Patebit tun quod latuit

What is hidden will be revealed

Gloucester cathedral what tails can be told

Its walls holding memories of stories of old.


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