Who brought flowers to this grave? <br />I, said the wren. <br />I brought them as seeds and then <br />Watched them grow. <br /> <br />No, said the wind. That's not true. <br />I blew them across the moor and sea, <br />I blew them up to the grave's door. <br />They were a gift from me. <br /> <br />They came of their own accord, <br />Said the celandine. <br />I know best. They're brothers of mine. <br /> <br />I am Death's friend, <br />Said the crow. I ought to know. <br />I dropped them into the shadow of the leaning stone. <br />I brought the flowers. <br /> <br />No, said Love, <br />It was I who brought them, <br /> <br />With the help of the wren's wing, <br />With the help of the wind's breath, <br />With the help of the celandine and the crow. <br /> <br />It was I who brought them <br />For the living and the dead to share, <br />I was the force that put those flowers there.<br /><br />Brian Patten<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-tintagel-graveyard/
