Today, in the warm July sunshine.

I visited an old junior school of mine.

Within its grounds I stood before.

A  tribute plaque at a gardens door.

A plaque carved from darkened stone.

For the 96 who never came home.

In this garden I saw love and care .

A garden to reflect, to say a prayer.

A place of peace, somewhere to go.

To watch the flowers sway and blow.

Natural beauty in full bloom and view.

A garden that shows children care too.