Amidst the sun-bleached stones is placed,
a bench where some may contemplate,
amidst the songs of woodland birds
to gaze upon the deep-carved words
some are sad and some light-hearted,
some are recent, some long departed
familiar names bring forth their faces
while dim memories remain as traces
of perhaps some gathering or event
or with the family, fun evenings spent
now those below who may be gone
but in these memories live on.
Love this! Thank you, Bobby
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Sorry, t’was a trifle late
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hey, no need to apologise; I’ve been so late with everything
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The only time one should worry about being late is when described as such in newspaper articles
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Oh, good point
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“some are sad and some light-hearted,
some are recent, some long departed”
love this!
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Thank you, I liked the sound and sentiment
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You’re welcome and me too 🙂
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