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The Old Churchyard

A Poem by:

Jacqui Thornton

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Down a winding country lane

Where hedge rows line the way,

The crumbling headstones nestle close

To the old church above the bay.


There, in the quiet solitude,

The old oaks bend in pain,

Driven by the wind that gusts,

Bringing salty bursts of rain.


An old man kneels to place a rose

On a tomb that's a crumbling mound.

His lined face reveals the loss,

As his tears fall to the ground.


Then, as he kneels there grieving,

His pain clear for all to see,

Soft words drift with the wind:

"Why couldn't you wait for me"!


Jacqui Thornton
Copyright © 2001

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