Generations

Austere black letters
on a dark grey stone
in a leaf covered lane
alongside others long gone

From where river
and sea meet
to the sandy soil
of the east

Where work went
you went
Commuting
did not yet exist

Hiding from the oppressor
who sought to take
what was not rightfully his
for five long years

Roads and bridges meet,
are part of the one system,
and in the river country
two met 60 years ago

We three resulted
as the generations march on
fading into decades
and beyond centuries

Austere black letters
on a dark grey stone
mark for remembrance
whom we won't forget