Walking through this lonely park
Be not fearful of the dark
Memories flow through these places
From people of all different ages
There names are risen from the ground
Standing proud without a sound
But there routs are buried deep underground
People read there rhymes of life
Some from husbands some from wives
It tells the stories of there lives
From cradle to grave the story goes
From the ones that loved them most
Its full of knowledge this dear place
Form people who have left our human race
There spirit it will linger on
So don’t forget them everyone
Chellaston
19 6 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the park of life is so wonderful..... in the part so many and they have their own part to play....... The stage set to act.......... you have made a wonderful write...