The Peacock Laments Poem by Christopher Tye

The Peacock Laments

The peacocks remain in the old parkland,
Their eerie calls lamenting what has been lost,
The grand manor house has long since fallen,
The remains of the old estate are a shadow of what once was.

They are descendants of the peacocks,
That lived there in the glory days of old,
When the manor house had just been built,
They seem to know what was once here.

The peacock's calls echo across the woods and parkland,
From the little stream with its ornately grand bridge,
To the manor's old gate with its stone foxes standing guard,
The peacock's ghostly calls echo around forever lamenting what has been lost.

For the manor house lasted so briefly,
Built in 1905 it was the height of Edwardian style,
But as with so many others the bulldozers made short work of you,
But the peacocks call the manor its home still.

By Christopher Tye