Set In Stone
Limestone is a funny rock
it’s hard, and rough, and green,
but years of pressure on this stone
make changes most supreme.
Marble appears, quite rough to touch,
but cut and polished bare,
it then becomes most beautiful
of all the rocks we share.
Engravers, then they set to work,
most skilful at their art
and make this stone a record
of the best we hold to heart.
On plaques and gravestones, memories kept,
for all who come to see,
this noble stone will carry forth
mankinds’ long family tree.
Ivor G Davies
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