ROY'S RHYME-A SMALL LUMP OF CLAY (WITH A TRANSCIENT NAME)

a poem by William Willis, Scotland

seen flowers and tears
and mahogony held
loved ones lowered
and churches bells

festooned in stone
i guard the gate
this beckoning place
will be our fate

chit-chat carried
in gentle breeze
i listen intently
loving moments seized

i was the first stone
and i am the head
this is my garden
do not be afraid

on my face scribed
(died 1910)
first grave in this clay
even way back then

my transcient name (rests)
on my small lump of clay
but thanks to Our Roy
i feels polished today

my name is was fading
just eroding through time
but brought back to life
at request of Roy's Rhyme



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