Grey stones
under a grey Cotswold sky:
fading letters
summing up faded lives;
and the roofs
beyond the graveyard:
grey stone
under a grey Cotswold sky.
August 22, 2016
Cotswold Graveyard
By hjs
This entry was posted on Monday, August 22nd, 2016 at 4:24 pm and tagged with Cotswolds and posted in All poems, Moments, Places. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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