Country Churchyard
The dainty hills surrounded a level slice of earth
Where cocooned in times’ misty distance
Ancient gathering concluded that this flat gift
Would provide home for their number.
At the physical, but no longer spiritual centre,
Of the village, was an old country chapel
A monument to a bygone age
Sparsely populated by gently ageing folk.
I am here for a special ceremony
The son of a friend is making his communion
A step on the road to maturity
For the young man of the moment
I sit in my pew at the rear of the chapel
Too many yummy mummies in their finery
Distracting me from the main event;
Irreverent thoughts amongst the reverence.
Presently outside into the sunshine
The young lads return to their immaturity
Bedecked in their communion suits,
Playing football in the church grounds.
Copyright © Brendan Osborne | Year Posted 2015
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