These Walls Poem by Paul Reed

When all the hard work is over
And the day slowly bleeds to dusk
The hard-spun hymns of hope
Still hang in the air like musk;

Guardians of other groups from the past
The walls stand silent and defiant
On us, they look a little surprised
But on their history we are not reliant;

For we have forged something special here
Under their faceless glower
An untiable knot of love
An ever-opening flower;

So, stand unmoved at your side-lines
In your rigid stance set fast
Watch as we live with pure joy
And over-write the past.