Outside the Veraleum<\/p>\n
an artists easel stands<\/p>\n
she wears a big straw boater<\/p>\n
and holds a big brush<\/p>\n
in her hands<\/p>\n
clothed in Autumn colours<\/p>\n
great trees<\/p>\n
now dappled brown<\/p>\n
the cathedral standing peacefully<\/p>\n
in \u00a0St Albans Town<\/p>\n
a raggle taggle brick wall<\/p>\n
built on flinty rock<\/p>\n
surrounds the grounds<\/p>\n
as tombstones<\/p>\n
some leaning. they unlock<\/p>\n
past memories of learned souls<\/p>\n
who left this world to fly<\/p>\n
to other worlds<\/p>\n
a while ago<\/p>\n
thats what happens when we die<\/p>\n
waiting contemplating<\/p>\n
my time \u00a0lets say<\/p>\n
knowing just a bin bag will do<\/p>\n
for me \u00a0okay<\/p>\n
crushed up in some council truck<\/p>\n
good riddance<\/p>\n
no one to<\/p>\n
think one second of me<\/p>\n
when my life is through<\/p>\n
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Outside the Veraleum an artists easel stands she wears a big straw boater and holds a big brush in her hands clothed in Autumn colours great trees now dappled brown the cathedral standing peacefully in \u00a0St Albans Town a raggle … Continue reading