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The air is still A feel of freshness is about After a short sharp shower Smell of grass and plants are overcoming It is an old cemetery Headstones all askew Some overgrown with ivy Like a brides veil it hides from view Names and places Of loved ones, hmm Wonder if they called them that When they were living at home My nosiness overcomes me, Scraping away some of the ivy I read my name, a trifle disconcerted I pull at the ivy looking for dates and where Was dated today, I catch my breadth Was this the beginning of my decline, Only when I pulled myself together……….. I saw it was dated 100 years ago Smiling I tidy the plants, Making them look as though they hadn’t been disturbed, then I wondered, who was she! How and why did she die? Was she family from the past I felt a tightening around my throat Was she telling me she was murdered Or warning me gripping my throat I staggered away. Watch this Space........ Penned 25/9/2016 Contest overgrown with vines