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.
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.