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A one pub village-the Cotswolds
The Totternhoe Chalk Stone
weathered, firm grey and brown co-mingled.
Corner edging buttressed.

The outskirts of hedgerows lined roads
Lawrence and the motor bike
in the sunlight until there was silence.

Set in the green grass
under the blue sky shadowed by clouds,
intermittent rain now cleared,
the Chalk Stone waits.

Grass plot surrounded by close in 
green foliage, trees nurtured by the rain
next to the resting place where they have come.

Stones made of the same Totternhoe Chalk
once labelled, now weathered, indistinct names, dates
decipherable only in parish records.  

Today the family gathers
to bring home to family
dust to dust and ashes to ashes.

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Caren Krutsinger March 27, 2020 at 4:13 PM Your imagery has made me glad she too her mother home. David Holmes March 29, 2020 at 4:10 PM Thank you Caren for this timely comment - as it was today a year ago that her mother passed. David

Andrea Dietrich November 1, 2019 at 9:01 PM It's day of the dead and this is so fitting a poem for it. I enjoyed the description of this pretty place as well. David Holmes November 3, 2019 at 11:36 AM Andrea - I didn't realize I posted this on Halloween! It was a poem I had written for a very good friend who had lost her mother and had taken her back to her homeland of England to be put in her final resting place. Thank you for taking the time to reply, much appreciated.

Brandy Nicole October 31, 2019 at 11:07 PM Home is where the Heart is. So true is this statement. You paint such vivid images with your words. Beautiful in so many amazing ways. ~ Brandy David Holmes November 3, 2019 at 11:34 AM Brady, thank you for your comments - it is a poem I had written for a very good friend of mine who lost her mother and had taken her back to England to be laid to rest.