In A Country Churchyard

I sit in a green shade,
By pink blossom.
John Shipley and Anne Rose,
At peace on this warm day;
my soul in harmony with theirs.

Then, like a bolt from the blue,
The two-fifteen to Edinburgh
Comes rushing through like thunder.
High above the trees, high above the houses,
This business called life.

A daisy shudders on the grass,
Time catching up with them,
In a green shade,
By pink blossom,
Broken sunlight on the stones.