Churchyard at Kingston Deverill.

Thank you very much Jocelyne. I am happy that you like these two pictures.
Good afternoon my friend.

Most philosophers and poets have a fascination for places such as this, they write and sing!!

The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never any more the dead.

The verses in it say and say:
‘The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay.’

So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can’t help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?

It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.

~ Robert Frost

Cool scene of the snow drops with the cross set to one side Rosa,
Best Wishes
Bill