I followed a winding road that swept the hillside into Port

Glad of my escape

Yet when hunger came and the famine flamed

The people got up and went

 

Not one or two but the whole village

Such was the covert pillage

 

I stood on the hillside and looked at the ruins of cottages

Cast in cliff face rock

I could only imagine what brought me here

And caused so many to leave such a place

An insurmountable problem

 

Not one or two but the whole village

Such was the covert pillage

 

An Port

 

~ G McK

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