Mike Tonkin

Rookie (16/05/33 / Truro, England)

They Sing “hallejuhah”

The morning sun dances among the trees
And the shadows join it and sparkle with the sunlight
The gravestones growing from the long grass
Are warmed by the words upon them
And the words call down to them, the dead,
And comfort them.

It is so quiet and not a breath of wind disturbs the foxgloves
And the old roses with their perfume which is everywhere,

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