I read;
George
Chaplin
Henrietta
Johnson
Laura Louisa
Nicks
Joseph
Bradbury
Walter
Jackson
The day was
warm, the sun was shining, there was such peace amongst the tombstones.. the
grey granites, erect unwavering and silent, the cemetery seemed a calm tranquil
sanatorium, a final resting place;
Mary Jane
Gould
Harry
Trickett
Sara Ann
Roberts
Alfred
Twycross
Fredrick
Clew
Clara and
Ernest Hamm
A man walks
his dog, a rabbit hops between the shrubs, fresh flowers, plastic flowers,
tended graves, neglected graves, shiny new headstones, headstones so old the engravings
erased. Spider webs spun from the upper left corner of the cross to the right..
Tom Ferman
David Harris
Hilda May
Hanna
Harrison Barnes
Ablert
Edward Yardley
Joseph
Griffin
Sandra Baker
William and
Alice Grey
All the dead
have romantic melodic names! perhaps it's the passing of time, perhaps it's their bloodless decay
beneath the earth, perhaps it's because we know that they are gone forever. The trees sway mournfully to and fro and a beautiful melancholy sweeps
the grounds as I continue searching for your name, I brought you red roses,
so many years have passed, I’m sorry I did not visit sooner, I miss you every day.
