At last the flooding rains have ceased, and with
The dawn of May the long awaited sun
Breaks forth upon the cemetery path
All muddy where the storm-fed streams still run
(Despite the council flood prevention scheme)
Where toddlers love to splash without a care
And long-haired dogs rush in to roll and play,
And yet my gaze is focused quite elsewhere.
For just beyond the cracked and crooked wall
There is a far more gentle, peaceful scene –
A sea of vibrant bluebells breaking on
A weathered headstone, by the years washed clean,
And there a lively robin starts to sing,
To greet the long-delayed, much-needed spring.
The writings of Revd Tim Buckley 