Richard showed me the powder monkey's grave -
We'd left Albert Road to enter a silent arcadia -
Yew trees shaded mazy paths -
Angels were wreathed with ivy -
A baronet lay inside an opulent mausoleum -
And somewhere my grandfather, William Bradey, lay -
A gentle blacksmith, a memory, part of me -
Wednesday 3 July 2019
Southsea
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