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A garden gate of iron has been flung across a wall. Then a deep cellar into which a whole house seems to have slanted down. A GARDEN GATE OF IRON HAS BEEN FLUNG ACROSS A WALL THEN A DEEP CELLAR INTO WHICH A WHOLE HOUSE SEEMS TO HAVE SLANTED DOWN
ut peace and war alike have deserted the village. Grass has begun to return over torn earth on edges of trenches. Abundant wire rusts away by its twisted stakes of steel. Not a path of old, not a lane nor a doorway there, but is barred and cut off by wire; and the wire in its turn has been cut by shells and lies in ungathered swathes. A pair of wheels moulders amongst weeds, and may be of peace or of war, it is too broken down for anyone to say. A great bar of iron lies cracked across as though one of the elder giants had handled it carelessly. Another mound near by, with an old green beam sticking out of it, was also once a house. A trench runs by it. A German bomb with its wooden handle, some bottles, a bucket, a petrol tin and some bricks and stones, lie in the trench. A young elder tree grows amongst them. And over all the ruin and rubbish Nature, with all her wealth and luxury, comes back to her old inheritance, holding again the land that she held so long, before the houses came. LL THUMP ON TO THE NORTH BUT PEACE AND WAR ALIKE HAVE DESERTED THE VILLAGE GRASS HAS BEGUN TO RETURN OVER TORN EARTH ON EDGES OF TRENCHES ABUNDANT WIRE RUSTS AWAY BY ITS TWISTED STAKES OF STEEL NOT A PATH OF OLD NOT A LANE NOR A DOORWAY THERE BUT IS BARRED AND CUT OFF BY WIRE AND THE WIRE IN ITS TURN HAS BEEN CUT BY SHELLS AND LIES IN UNGATHERED SWATHS A PAIR OF WHEELS MOULDERS AMONGST WEEDS AND MAY BE OF PEACE OR OF WAR IT IS TOO BROKEN DOWN FOR ANY ONE TO SAY A GREAT BAR OF IRON LIES CRACKED ACROSS AS THOUGH ONE OF THE ELDER GIANTS HAD HANDLED IT CARELESSLY ANOTHER MOULE NEAR BY WITH AN OLD GREEN BEAM STICKING OUT OF IT WAS ALSO ONCE A HOUSE A TRENCH RUNS BY IT A GERMAN BOMB WITH ITS WOODEN HANDLE SOME BOTTLES A BUCKET A PETROL TIN AND SOME BRICKS AND STONES LIE IN THE TRENCH A YOUNG ELDER TREE GROWS AMONGST THEM AND OVER ALL THE RUIN AND RUBBISH NATURE WITH ALL HER WEALTH AND LUXURY COMES BACK TO HER OLD INHERITANCE HOLDING AGAIN THE LAND THAT SHE HELD SO LONG BEFORE THE HOUSES CAME
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