Marking the passing

A poem inspired by the memorial benches I see on my dog walks

They passed this way but couldn't stay

  Last grains of sand had found their way

    To the bottom of their glass

 

Yet nestled in the trees we see

    A bench sits in a shaded lea

     To offer rest for those that pass

 

A haven for those seeking peace

  From those who have expired their lease

     A gift from those that breathed their last

With thanks I mark these fellows all

   Who dwell now in some others hall

      As on my journey I move past

(On seeing memorial benches in the park)

Author's Note

Simple rhyme that ended up as aab aab aab aab and four tercet stanzas

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Nicely rhymed. In this month in 1918, the war to end all wars ended. Unfortunately, it turned out to be only round one.

[Gee]

Can relate to this as the park, Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, where I walk the pooch has memorial benches dotted all over it.
Enjoy rhyming verse written well so enjoyed my read.

[Samuel Dickens]

I know little of poetry, but love the way you think of those past. There's a reverence you express which matches my own thoughts on the subject. No one should be forgotten. (Well, almost no one) When in a cemetery, I read the headstones and tip my metaphorical hat to each one.

[Michael]

Thanks Samuel, if it lands and makes some form of impresssion I am happy. Best wishes M.