A town, once full of lifel, was now standing still
To view in retrospect, went Jack and Jill up the hill
Crumbled houses, closed shops, a broken windmill
Too many hopes and dreams, that now amount to nil
Broken plates in a kitchen, with leftover sauce and basil
Perhaps a family together had broken bread, with chicken grill
A telephone hanging off the hook, giving still a tone shrill
Perhaps two lovers talking through the night, not worrying about the bill
A half stitched gown, pure white without too much frill
Perhaps of a lovely bride, to be married at the church council
Books lying among broken glass, encyclopedia's and poems on daffodil
Perhaps for the next generation, for appreciation and wisdom to instill
The only living thing, a hungry cat, that seemed so ill
Perhaps with hope that its owner, will be back with food from the mill
It seems strange that people worry so much and plan for beyond until
When we have no control over what is in store per God's will
A silent prayer for peace and future to the people of L'Aquil
Down came Jack and Jill, silent, moody and with thoughts tranquil
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