I came upon a love-seat
From the year MM
Here in the graveyard
I sat to look at the yew trees
From the year M
Beside me the shadow
Whose tree bears the pellets
For my peashooter
Back in the day
When boys would be boys
Long before I had set out
In search of silence
Or at least the sort found
By tall, thin grasses
Swaying in the summer breeze
Behind me the canal
And the footpath
Leading to the woods
Where more adventurous sorts
Have built a shelter