The withy cross now gold!

An interlace of old,

That endless pleter braid

Beautifully arrayed:

An ornate gem to show

That love will always grow

His token glows through time

An endless poignant chime.

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What is that glint

                as the sod breaks and crumbles:

a sparkling hint

                of discovery

                as I dig the dusty summer soil?

This old garden has gained lost treasures

                of man, woman and child for centuries -

                What lies uncovered?

Teased from the clod

                I find a tiny glass heart and this ...

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