The Church Field

Once upon a blue gray day,
A giant church was in the making.
The 'dozers lay in wait on the street,
holding 'til the orders were sent.
"Demolish it all,"
the head contractor said.
"Start the trucks, you all go out,
to whatever lies in your path."
The church would be grand,
a beacon amongst the bleak.
Upon its top, a shining cross,
and a big brass bell for ringing.
But it could not exist,
if the ground was unmoved.
In the way of this place of salvation,
a hilly bit of unused land.

Once upon a blue gray day,
before the church was in the making,
the 'dozers slept back at the site,
waiting for a 'dozing job.
In the place the church would be,
there lay a field of heather.
Between the house and road it stretched,
a patch of green amongst the gray.
The purple flowers smelled of smiles,
giving joy to all who passed.
Inside the field a mother rabbit,
bore her seven kits.
But on that day, it did not exist,
unless the ground was kept unmoved.
On top ofwhat was thefield, heather, and kits,
there sat a dull brick church.