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R.I.P story poem

Here where once there used to be.
A quiet village cemetery
A hallowed place in which to find
Tranquillity and peace of mind.

The graveyard served the village well
Though for how long no man can tell.
I’m sad to say the village died.
The land on which they all relied.

Suddenly lost fertility.
The people facing poverty.
Saw no good reason they should stay
and one by one they moved away.

To other places far from here
they seemed to simply disappear
to destinations we don’t know.
They had no choice they had to go

Houses fell into disrepair
because there was no one to care.
The passing years were none too kind.
There’s very little left to find.


Bar rotten floorboards here and there.
Weeds in profusion everywhere
The churchyard too is over grown
with brambles hiding each gravestone.

A long forgotten tragedy
a piece of ancient history.
The city suburbs must expand
and in their search for building land.

The greedy eyes are cast this way.
They know they will not have to pay.
The true worth of this empty land,
The kind of price it will command.

When it is cleared ready to build.
They hope their coffers will be filled.
But fate has other plans in mind
and to their great surprise they’ll find

That they have made a grave mistake.
The profits which they hope to make.
Will not now materialise.
Because they failed recognise.

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