On this cold
Sunny day
In March,
I make my way
Through the churchyard,
And see,
My vague
Shadow go
Ahead, of me
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K Morris - Poet 
The time to worry is when it goes up into the air and disappears Kevin. Imlike this poem. Butmlike you I have a love of churchyards 😊
Many thanks for your comment. I guess that if one’s shadow goes below, then that is when you should worry!
Lol Kevin. I expect so. Nyou could write a good novel or short story with that in 😀
Perhaps I shall write that novel or short story Lorraine.
Great idea