A churchyard once was, the tower does rise,
With graves all around, yes there's a surprise.
The tower is there, but something is wrong,
When you look around, the church has gone!
The tower is twisted, on marshland was built,
A second stage added, when already a tilt.
The church was removed, taken down the lane,
Rebuilt on better land, but never the same.
The churchyard once was, the tower does stand,
A last resting place, on christian sacred land.
Those that do pray, and sing their song,
Where tower now is, they no longer belong.