This poem is kind of morbid because I am writing it from an imaginary dead person's point of view; but it does have an uplifting side to it as well. When I used to pick up my children from primary school we used to run across the church grave yard in Hildenborough, Kent, especially when conkers were on the ground.... See more poetry live at the Ivy House pub at the corner of Bordyke and the High Street, Tonbridge on the first Thursday of each month from 8pm in the main bar. More details at mrbooks.co.uk (more)
