In the Church Yard by H. L. Rippingale

Black as night, wings span as the crow takes flight from life's symbol of an end

Cold; hard and lifeless like the remains beneath, the stone stands to make amends

 Words on each grey face stare back as footsteps thump like the beatings of broken hearts that once passed

 Reaching beyond the eerie walls; life simply passes by and like the churchyard bells, the beauty will vaguely last.

 ©2012
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  1. I WOULD LIKE TO PURCHASE A BOOK. WHAT IS THE LOCATION OF THE BOOKSTORE? HAD I KNOWN I WOULD HAVE ATTENDED THE FESTIVAL. I WAS NOT CHOSEN FOR THE SPOKEN WORD RECITATION. AND WOULD LOVE A COPY OF THE ANTHOLOGY.

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    1. Here is the link to the Bookstore online: http://wkroundtable.blogspot.com/p/book-store_14.html

      You can buy any of the books available as well as the anthology from this link. I'm not sure what you are talking about with the spoken word recitation.

      WK Pressman

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