On my walk through the town to the village

where lies the old church of St Marys and the

large cedar wood tree graces the ancient

graves strewn across the mounds all higgledy

and long forgotten names appear on the tombs

that tilt with age and subsiding ground, thoughts

are profound as all who come here know too well,

when the slow toll bell sends out its messages to

the local populace that one of them is no more and

the vicar stands waiting at the door with his look of

sympathy – and the organist starts off a symphony

pulling the organ stops – that’s when the widow

raises her darkened veil showing how pale she has

become today and the ceremony begins with the

well known words begging forgiveness of all sins

followed by the well-known hymns that speak to

the world outside that a doyen has passed away



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Don Matthews

Sat 21st Dec 2019 07:39

Bell tolls (mournful)
Widow brave
Soul to heaven
Body, grave.....

Well done Philipos

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