A poem for Saron

This poem was written by a Friends of Saron member following the Volunteer Day held in the graveyard last October.

The words express the poet’s thoughts, feelings and hopes.

Banner Welsh Graves


Gravestones lean, names fade

Remains of loved ones

Lie forgotten in the old graveyard.

They had once walked in our village,

Raising families, playing, working.

Now as we moved among the dead,

Trying to tidy up their resting place,

We wondered if anyone cared.

Bones of a man aged 80,

Here a child a few months old

Under the earth, buried away.

Does anyone remember them?

Mourners paid their last respects

But respect is here no more.

Needles found behind the tombs

Drug dens, dumping ground.

Dignity destroyed in the clay.

The old chapel has been pulled down,

Only the graves remain.

Now a new life is planned.

A wildlife sanctuary, perhaps.

Benches for quiet meditation,

A clean-up for the sepulchres.

It’s the least our ancestors deserve.

Phil Howells


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About davidjcollier

Originally from South Wales I have lived in Nottinghamshire for over forty years. I am married and have three grown up children and two grandchildren. Having worked in education for 43 years I will retire in July 2012. My interests include history (general, local and family), rugby union, swimming, photography, bird watching and gardening. For the benefit of anyone who may actually read this (extremely unlikely, I admit) please do not confuse 'interests' with knowledge or skill. My involvement in a community project which aims to rescue a graveyard from the effects of almost 30 years of neglect. also keeps me quite busy. View all posts by davidjcollier

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