The Chapel

"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . " The poigant auroma of ashwood fills the elements the man made structure pays homage. Many occasion will tread the aisle and rows brides,holy communion to pall barers alike.... One time inparticular,early morning a knock at the door was my mate Kev,i could see by his face something drastic held my breath he said " Kingy has been shot" 31 years olds,he fell into the wrong crowd. Our very good friend from childhood was taken away, his mother devastatingly distraught a handsome chap,a ladies man, a loveable rogue was always kind to the elderly and the young also. His manners,self presentation,and cleanliness were exquisit always the highlight of the party,made everybody laugh that cold morning in january 2000,always etched in my mind always in my thoughts,heart and probably inspiring my poem. The musky smell of a chapel,the sad loss of a young life. R.I.P LEE Paul Beadnall for: Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Contest Name I Fancy Another Sad Poem 16/8/2011