Abandoned Gods Poem by Mary Champion

Giant stone relics stand silent by the sea,
Their backs to the vast ocean,
unaware that, in times long forgotten,
the men who built them
had been carried by its perilous currents
to this once verdant island.
But in the way of men, whatever their origins,
they had squandered the riches of their new home,
leaving it largely infertile.
The descendants of the builders are gone now -
tempted by myths of greener grass
and bluer skies,
of streets paved with gold.
But the giants resolutely stand
their stony-faced stares directed towards the past.