I WALK AMONG THE HEADSTONES I walk among the headstones Church bell ringing A pigeon cooing A robin spreading incense A buttercup among the thistles And I know That as I go There is no one but myself Here to hear my foot falling And my soul is ready Always ready. Share this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway poet View all of timmyconway's posts.