THERE IS A GRAVE There is a grave In the Abbey Graveyard Forgotten Unmarked Nobody visits But every year Snowdrops and daffodils grow And a robin banishes the silence With a love song r Share this: poemPrintTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppEmailMastodonLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway poet View all of timmyconway's posts.