A commemoration wall with plaque:
St. John’s quaint brick-built church stands back
From winding road in leafy glade
Not far from sun-filled Adelaide.
It’s here we laid dear Dad to rest
His ashes strewn where plaques attest
The many souls who’ve passed away;
Where Isabella stands today…
Though six, born far too late to know
Her Granddad, who’d have loved to show
In long bush walks, his knowledge vast
A nature lover to the last …
But born far back - 1918,
With generation span extreme,
That vital link could not be made …
Though memory reels are often played …
Her Auntie has one fervent wish
Concerning Granddad – it is this:
Dad was a poet, as am I;
Will Isabella one day try …
To express her thoughts in rhyme?
She can write, so it is time
To see if down our family tree
This talent she will share with me!
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
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