Carry Poem by Dennis Walker

I was walking through the woods today
When I saw a name carved on a tree
In a single heart was single name
I wounded what it could be
I brushed away some moss
So I could get a better look
The knife work was o so fine
The name Carry was carved in the centre
I could see it had been done with love and care
Who was she who was this lady Carry?
I sat down and stared at the name
Wondering what tales it tells
The carving looked old many years since it had been done
I wondered was Carry still alive was she still with the carver
As I sat there I drifted into sleep
Dreaming of the tree being carved
Thinking of how beautiful Carry must have looked
As she sat looking at her name being immortalised
By the person carving with such love
Taking time slowly devotedly carving each letter
In my dream they smile he moves over and gives her a kiss
In-between each letter
As I awake I look up and see a couple walking past
They are pensioners now but still very much in love
I wonder if they were the ones
He puts his arm around her shoulder
Pointing to the carving they both smile
I hear him say “Carry I still love you as much”
“Do you remember that day so long ago”
“Yes” she says “as if it were yesterday”
With a kiss they are gone! ! ! ! !