David Wood

Rookie - 347 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Sitting At The Cemetery - Poem by David Wood

I sat alone at the cemetery on a bright sunny day
Listening to the song birds sing aloud and at play
The sun shone brightly in a clear blue sky
And thinking of my love a tear I did cry.

The headstones stood fast and true
With flowers, pink, yellow, erect and new.
And people carrying fresh flowers for their loved one
Whether that be mother, father, daughter or son.

They came but on this bright clear day
Their love and respect they wanted to display
For love, like hope, springs eternal and new
And their only chance to say, ‘I love you’.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Sitting at the cemetery today 3rd April 2013 in the spring sunshine

Comments about Sitting At The Cemetery by David Wood

  • Gold Star - 20,480 Points Valsa George (4/14/2013 7:29:00 AM)

    After reading your biography, when I went through this poem, I sense a lump in my throat! ! When hearts are bonded in love, physical absence doesn' t weaken the deep sentiments. But Remember, time is a great healer! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 7,625 Points Neela Nath (4/11/2013 8:54:00 AM)

    Death can't separate the beloved ones.The delicate thread of love and respect persist in heart of hearts.Terrific! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lyn Pendleton (4/10/2013 4:02:00 PM)

    Hi, really enjoyed reading. I buried Molly my dog in a good spot in a lightly wooded area. a few
    days ago I found a square piece of stone of some kind, and managed to lug it the quarter mile
    to where she is, so I can paint it, decorate it, and whatever else to give remembrance. and I also
    tell her I love her each time I visit. very good poem, take care (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/3/2013 12:15:00 PM)

    Its an elegy for your beloved wife, best way to par and say I LOVE YOU.Very nice Mr.David Wood (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013


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