Monthly Archives: Jul 2021

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.

Hidden by the flower stalks

I watch the people as they walk

folks would think it rather weird

if they knew I was sitting here

but there are plenty more like me

if people had the eyes to see

meanwhile we will carry on

keeping watch over everyone.