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.
AnneMarie Foley, Artist living in Fairyland U. K 