AWOKEN FROM SLUMBER

 

Where Sunlight defused by the leaf canopy

Dappled the ground

Gladys rested, quietly

Beneath an English sky

Peacefully sleeping

In a quiet place

But for the church bells echo

In the steeples shadow

A place that was familiar

That had become so to her

It was familiar through all the seasons

She shared an intimacy with the daffodils

That danced in the spring

She was well acquainted with the summer air

Heady and fragranced

She knew the place beneath the carpet

Of golden autumn leaves

And the linen white shroud of winter

Amidst family and friends

Completely at peace

Undisturbed she lay

Unconcerned with affairs of the day

Unmoved by events

Untroubled by stress or strain

Untouched by evil

Unworried by the world

Uninvolved in life

Under the good earth she lay

At peace since her passing

Until she was wrenched away

Awoken from her slumber

Taken from an English churchyard

Her resting place desecrated

By despicable savagery

By the compassionate?

Those with social conscience

Who claim the moral high ground

For their own

Torn from her place of rest

To be unwillingly used as a pawn

In a despicable game

A game of blackmail

And intimidation

To force her families hand

And to be discarded like rubbish

Fly tipped as by gypsies

Or cast like runes by a careless seer

Left to the elements

The old bones of an old lady

Who in life earned eternal peace

Left Like unwanted trash

Unceremoniously dumped

Strewn amongst a hedgerow

In the name of animal rights

 

RIP Gladys Hammond