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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 3/27/2020 4:13:00 PM
Your imagery has made me glad she too her mother home.
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David Holmes
Date: 3/29/2020 4:10:00 PM
Thank you Caren for this timely comment - as it was today a year ago that her mother passed. David
Date: 11/1/2019 9:01:00 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.
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Date: 11/3/2019 11:36:00 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.
Date: 10/31/2019 11:07:00 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
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Date: 11/3/2019 11:34:00 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.

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