Just A Few Words Of Thought. Poem by Owen Cullimore

The Gravestone

The young Lady does stand and stare
Like someone without a care
But no one knows her secret heartache
And that the headstone is more than she can take
It bears her name from years ago
As the tears, begin to flow
Remembering her past life and the lover, she knew
Of how their love just grew and grew
Killed in a jealous rage they said
Whatever the reason she was found dead
In that Hay Barn that frosty winters night
Battered to death, a grizzly sight
Killed by a woman was the thought
Who sadly for Alice, was never caught?
She was just a happy soul just like all girls
With shining eyes just like a blue pearls
Lovely long hair curly and black
And a smile that would take any man aback
Her lover a Captain, a Kings Dragoon
Had arranged to meet her under the starry moon
When he arrived, he became so distraught it seems
At seeing his beloved Alice dead, the girl of his dreams
So overcome was our Captain bold
Sadly, he would never grow old
Took his pistol to his head
And shot himself and he was dead
Found together the following morning
By a farmer as the sun was dawning
Now buried together beneath the stone
Together forever never alone