A/N: Finally got around to typing up some of my new stuff lols :D so sorry it took so long but here's a new one for you. I wrote it while visiting a heritage centre in Co. Mayo. Well yup anyways I really hope you review it means a lot to me. On with the show. =]
frizzle

The Park House stands quiet now.

Over looking the river the library is sleeping,

Books gathering dust, longing to be read.

But no, it's a heritage centre now,

Books are for looking at not for reading.

Glass cases protecting the pages,

Stealing them from our future.

The visitors are not troubled by the loss,

Yet neither are we.

The Park House stands quiet but not alone,

New buildings have been built,

To house our many luxuries.

Only two rooms remain as they should,

The library and the dining room.

The dining room once contained the hustle and bustle,

The clink of glasses, the chatter and the laughter,

All now blanketed in a veil of silence,

Not even the scores of visitors can wake it from its slumber.

Still the Park House stands in quiet pride,

Remembering what it used to be.