Poet's Tale

Laid to Rest beneath this stone but God knows now where he may roam. This life, he knew, would still be fun when his earthly time was run. Watch and listen, tread with care for wherever you are he may be there. A laugh in the air by a giggling brook may be a pathway this man took. Each murmur from a passing soul, an echo from his fun filled goal. Death, depression, loss and pain only made him rise again. By death, his new life has begun, no grave will stop him having fun. In life, in Death, across the Veil we still will hear this poet’s tale. Ivor G Davies