of St. Mary's in Whitchurch
on a sultry Sunday morning.
I hear a mellifluous hymn from the church opposite
whose doors are open due to the heat
adding to the tranquil ambiance.
I come across the tomb of Gordon Hughes,
a hero from the RAF, killed in 1944,
in the churchyard lie people of all ages
as a butterfly flickers, indifferent.
I notice there are two clocks on the ancient tower
both showing different times
and in this graveyard surrounded by trees
tulips sway gently...in the warm spring breeze.