Kentisbury Memorial, North Devon
It holds no more interest than
A street light,
Or a telegraph pole;
Barely an eye flickers towards
The hewn stone,
Or roughly tarnished bronze figures
And lists of forgotten names
Of departed military souls…
It held no more interest than
A flock of sheep,
Or a herd of cattle;
Fairly hidden from the eye was
The sculpted stone,
Or vertically impressive cruciform memorial
With list of inscribed names
Of remembered dead from battles…
Pete Ray
A church, silent crossroads, a memorial leaning back into bushes and history lay unnoticed by most travellers.
And I wept inside…
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