The path was narrow and cobbled in sandstone <br />Birds warbled and squabbled and pecked sweet honey <br />From brilliant flowers, that flowered a tree <br />Just like a still life that sit on an easel <br />The artificial pond was brimming with colourful life <br />Fishes and tadpoles and frogs that sat on green lillies <br />Artificial gnomes watching in awe <br />At life, so alive, so alive, like you and me <br />Just like a still-life, that sit on an easel <br />Just past the pond, a new world awaited me <br />Rows and rows of silence greeted me <br />People spoke of who they were <br />In written word that lay so still <br />In the early morning chill <br /> <br /> <br />Repost Series 2006<br /><br />allan james saywell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walk-through-a-cemetry-3/
