picture: Eyam, Derbyshire. (Plague village 1666)
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The centuries that built this landscape
carry the trails of forebear’s toil
when plague’s rampant hand
cut deep in lovers hearts.
Each return walk in this wonderland
stirs memories of distant days;
footprints faded, sunlight shaded,
details plundered by raiding time.
Yet, here the smile of the sun
restores, like heirlooms,
and paths where lovers strolled
are wandered again hand in hand.
Whilst pestilence, held within the bars of history,
cannot reach its imprisoned hand to interfere.
Time heals what medicine cannot divine,
‘And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never’.