Shadows, a poem by Jane Davidson at
Kenny Eliason



written by: Jane Davidson


Everyday, you drive by the church
With oak doors, always closed;
Sea gulls crying overhead.

Everyday, you skip by
The memorial cross, glancing
At the bright red poppies
Placed there so carefully
You wonder why?

Everyday, you stand outside
The church smiling, happy
As the bride throws her bouquet
Into the future.

Everyday, the Church bells tow
For the last time.

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