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Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,

Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,

Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whilst my wife arranged the flowers in our Methodist Church for Easter Day I wandered the graveyard and became fairly depressed by what I saw, the two beech leaves still hanging on from 2012 seem to epitomise the human race, just hanging on though I suppose the spring flowers might give some cause for hope...

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David,

 

A fine series. Yes, these views can be somewhat depressing especially the one that is marked only with a number. So impersonal without an idea whose life history cannot be told. The sun on the ground, flowers and tress give hope that spring may be near so the gentle warm breeze may blow over the departed.

 

Paul

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