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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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Congratulations Dori!

I went for a walk just to enjoy the day.
The path I took was a country road far from home.
On my way, I saw many things of beauty:
animals scurrying here and there,
a buequet of wild flowers growing near a fence post,
but the most interesting thing was an old barn -
standing all alone against a backdrop of afternoon sky.
I stood still pondering it, wondering of it's beginnings.

Then a man appeared beside me. He chuckled,
"That old barn has been in my family since 1910!
I'm having her torn down. She's old and an eyesore to boot."

My heart grew heavy with emotion,
I said,
"This barn may be old, yes,
but it gives refuge to animals,
it keeps them safe and warm.
It's a thing of beauty.
Please reconsider. Look . . ."

A family of grey fox stood in the doorway,
an old owl perched in the cove of a long gone window.
He was amazed seeing all this life,
safe and warm in the shelter of his old barn.

© Apr. 2008

...............................................................................................I sit alone staring at walls, hoping that He will take me home,
...............................................................................................For she is gone no more on earth, no more laughter to be heard,
...............................................................................................We were together for so many years, we met we fell in love,
...............................................................................................We told everyone before Him above and now she has gone and is no more,
...............................................................................................I sit in a room of silence behind the door.
...............................................................................................It does not matter if I go into another room, the same silence greets me
...............................................................................................As laughter is no more, just the silence behind our door,
...............................................................................................So much laughter and oh so much joy,
...............................................................................................We used to look and chat and wander out as if we were attached,
...............................................................................................But then she was ill and I sat there each day,
...............................................................................................Knowing that only time was the way, first no movement then no speech,
...............................................................................................Then one night she slipped away, after opening her eyes and saying goodbye.
...............................................................................................I cried all night, phoned no-one at all
...............................................................................................But then the doctor came to call, and he noticed the silence of it all.
...............................................................................................I think we cremated her and scattered her away,
...............................................................................................But I was in a field of grief, and knew not much,
...............................................................................................Other than she had gone away, and even though each day I pray,
...............................................................................................Hoping He will take me away, I sit in the room of silence and wait.
...............................................................................................I do not want to stay here another day, not now she has gone away.
...............................................................................................I want to meet in Paradise and hear laughter all day,
...............................................................................................But all I have is silence in walls that will ... go away.

...............................................................................................©Fred West 2012