The Graveyard

The wind rustles gently through the trees
A cluster of leaves glides silently to the ground
Like yellow-brown parchment
A pair of rooks raucously break the silence

I walk along the leaf covered pathway
To a familiar place, not far
Not a living soul around me
But thousands beneath my feet

Strangers, neighbours, friends
The rich, the famous, the poor, the unknown
Together for eternity
It’s only me that’s here alone

I come to a stone I know quite well
My ancestors are buried here
I stand in silence for a moment
And contemplate on life

The wind blows up and scatters leaves
And rain begins to fall
The rooks rise up with full alarm
It’s time to leave here now

I turn my back and start to walk
No time to dally here
Winter’s coming soon enough
And I’ll be far away.