As The Sunlight Shone On The Churchyard Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

As the sunlight shone on the churchyard
Where the steeple drew to the sky,
And it reached to the clouds of the dawning rise
That sailed like a gentle sigh.

As the breeze then blew through the treetops
The ripples of leaves like the sea,
That caressed all the stones on the shoreline
And stirred all the shadows to flee.

Then from out of the tombs and the crosses
That lay 'neath the shade of a yew,
A lady in black with a basket walked
And she wept for the soul that she knew.

She paused by the grave of her loved one
Then knelt with his stone at her side,
With a handkerchief clasped in her fingers pale
To dry all the tears that she cried.

The priest as he strolled down the pathway
Saw the lady who wept by the grave,
So they knelt and they prayed there together then
He told her to try and be brave.

He rested his hand on her shoulder
Then he left her to mourn all alone,
As she placed all the flowers she had carried there
In a vase at the head of his stone.

She then blew a kiss as she parted
And she looked to the dawning sky,
For she sought there his face in the clouds that passed
But so sadly they all blew by.