During Covid lockdown 2020, like many of us, I discovered new places on my doorstep during daily walks. This time Locksbrook Cemetery, Lower Weston, Bath.
Locksbrook
The high and mighty, meek and lowly
Rich and poor, true and crafty
Young and old, wise and simple
Large and small, brave and timid, the loving and the loveless,
The generous, tight fisted, strong and frail
The expected and unsuspected
All come this way, left it all behind,
Welcomed through the gate and up the rise
Behind the wall, those who’ve died
Beyond the hustle and bustle of life and living,
To a tranquil place
Underneath the spreading cedar,
Overlooking the cityscape,
Near the rows of veterans
Beyond the dissenters’ special place
The place of tears where birds sing long
Amongst a maze of monumental, broken down and plain,
Words of those who’ve lived, of loss, of rest and hope to
be seen once again.
Now back to the gate, not the time to stay
Reflecting on those who've gone before,
Make the most of today.
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