Walking home
Alone
At night
I see the passing street light.
I find
Neither fear nor delight
In the churchyard just
Left behind,
Merely dust
And fallen leaves.
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K Morris - Poet 
A lovely nostalgic poem, Kevin.
Thank you Robbie. I am pleased you like this poem of mine. Best, Kevin