By the pond they had been,
just as we were,
sitting on the green.
While we were,
sitting together,
amongst the trees.
They were alone,
clearing their thoughts,
not to be heard,
not to be seen.
We gathered,
to embrace the joy,
of the beautiful.
While there they were,
eager to escape,
the brunt,
of the brutal.
Escape the ill thoughts,
they were having,
by being still,
in their surrounds.
All the while,
it was so long ago,
their hurt,
their sorrow,
their note is all we have to know,
about their hurt,
so long ago.
Hay's Corner 