Tea time

Six feet overhead green fingers tend the grass
Long gone the rusty plaque and memories of me
He holds a flower and smells
And rests his weary back on my stone
Eats his cheese sandwich with pickle, drinks his tea
Each year he sits in the shade of the church tower
Little does he know, that
Below
I await his yearly visit
To tend the green grass



Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2015-02-25 at 10:46

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. Have you heard No One Knows I'm Gone by Tom Waits? It kind of reminded me of that.
2015-04-07



This is fantastic I'm gonna bookmark it:)
2015-02-28


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2015-02-27


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
It's a curious context you put the reader in. I feel alone and very lonely reading this. I enjoy being alone but you place me somewhere much less pleasant. However, you offer this yearly solace as a gift to look forward to. Well written, Mick.

Joe
2015-02-25