On a hot roof top, windless and baking
A breath of fresh air was felt,
Circling and soothing, making
Welcome, those starting to melt.
On a hot roof top there was radiance,
Beaming and smiling in a way
which warmed hearts more than
the sun ever could that day.
On a hot roof top there was allure
and like spirits to heaven,
Guests were drawn closely
to a vision, pure.
On a hot roof top there were smiles
As beauty descended
Travelling a few narrow miles
To a church, and life now mended.
On a hot roof top, quiet and empty
The light has dimmed down,
But memories aplenty,
Still flutter over Roda town.
© 2009 - All words and images are Copyrighted to Glyn Davies.