In the corner of the graveyard lay a stone so small and bare,
Whilst others draped in flowers, just a date was etched on there.
I walked the path towards it, blooming petals thinning fast
The grasses faded yellow as the wind whipped up-then passed.
Alone. I stood and stared upon the smallest headstone plot
And wondered how it came to be without a name- forgot?!
It seemed the clock stopped ticking as I frowned upon the date
Yet still- the air, dissolved the day, for now it had got late.
The spitting of the rain had sent a shiver down my spine
Awoken from my hazed-dazed state was how i'd spent the time.
Within my hand I held a bunch of tulips-wilting slow
And just as quick I thought to lay them, something told me 'No'.
As then a breeze with sweetened scent turned my eyes to see
A single rose of purest white growing beneath a tree.
This willow tree with twisted trunk, protector of this flower
It seemed to be abeckoning me to sit there for an hour...
And sheltered from the pouring rain, I felt at ease a while
The rose stood strong.then quivered,
seemed to lean across and smile
For there carved deep within the trunk, a perfect forming heart
where two sets of initials inscribed, "Never will we part."
© Lucie Langley 2011
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[ read Fred's poem below ]
"A place I can call my own without the hassle of full membership!"
Then a man appeared beside me. He chuckled,
My heart grew heavy with emotion,
A family of grey fox stood in the doorway,
...............................................................................................I sit alone staring at walls, hoping that He will take me home,