
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.









