I see the ancient vines covering the graves like a shield.
It’s so calm and peaceful walking among them.
The sad forgotten graves crumbling slowly like decaying wood
dull, lifeless stones sitting in a sea of colour.
The smell of salty sea air from the coast
the scent of perfume drifting in the air
wondering what people still visit this beautiful and mysterious place.
I hear the silent voices of lost souls speaking to one another
whispering of memories long ago
in another time.
by Finn – Strone Primary
