You By The Path Poem by Tony Mushrow

You by the path…


You by the path,
I must have passed you,
a hundred times,
In your shallow grave.
I did not notice,
your daisy’s or bluebells,
they did not call to me,
sing or wave.
So I walked on.

All day the flowers open, bloom,
All night closed, sadness, gloom

Why were you there,
I fear an evil deed,
Had led you to this place.
I did not notice the lone Magpie,
Perched above you in a tree.
He did not call or beckon me.
So I walked on.

All day the birds fly overhead.
All night sad, stillness, dread.

Nowhere for family,
For loved ones to ponder why,
to sit with head in hands
and simply cry.
At least there is nature here,
Did she not cradled you,
In her womb and provide for you,
a woodland tomb.
….the breeze moves here,
I listen, as it laments and calls,
“”This is no place to rest at all”






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