Iston

 Iston 

John Clare Stokes

We who once dwelt in Iston 

Think of it always so

We never see it in its

Completeness 

As those who remain see it

When we approach from

Far Onson and the tower

Is nearing

As we top the hill

We expect to still see

Those familiar scenes

Stretching down Noble

Each time passing

Beneath the Iston

Something is missing

Many places replaced

But mostly empty space

Leaving us to fill in the

Blanks

We do not linger

For we who once dwelt

It's painful

To those who came after us

History is unknown

In need of tearing down

Moving on

And we do

Sadly amid the

Exultant