The churchyard calls and calls to me. <br />I am drawn inexorably <br />I need the peace and quietude <br />I can enjoy in solitude <br /> <br />The residents do not object <br />at least they do not bother me. <br />I treat their home with great respect. <br />They tolerate my company. <br /> <br />I sometimes sit here in the sun <br /> and tell them all my cares and woes. <br />Is rather odd but when I’m done <br />I feel much better. I suppose <br /> <br />because they listen quietly <br /> and do not offer me advice. <br />Though I would listen earnestly <br /> they are so old they must be wise. <br /> <br />Perhaps it’s best that they do not <br /> and I am left to work things out. <br />The church yard is the ideal spot. <br />The peace and silence help a lot <br /> <br />to concentrate my restless mind. <br /> Allow me to think logically <br /> to seek the answers I must find <br />to problems which are troubling me. <br /> <br />17-Feb-07<br /><br />ivor .e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passive-assistance/
