Gress cemetery

Years have passed
by the sandy shore
in sheltered lee

Once more
the gate creaks shut
as more pass through
that come to remember

Names weathering
under colourful lichen
or blast of sand

Once well known
respected, august
long since lapsed
into the oblivion of time

Passing as quickly
as those
racing by
on the nearby road

Only the sea
quietly lapping
below the beach

Only the sea
never changing
will remember
until the end of time

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