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GreenAcres Christmas Remembrance Service 2020. Watch the Video: https://vimeo.com/491639508
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When bereaved, the desire to verbally memorialise the person who has died is often overwhelmingly strong but finding the right words to describe how we felt about that person; how they lived their life, their humour, their triumphs or perhaps simply their joie de vivre, can be extremely difficult.
We hope that the following selection of poems and prose, some of which are well known and others that are not so, will offer you and your family members an easy to access facility that will enable you to find the perfect reading for your final goodbye.
This beautiful poem entitled Colney Trees has been especially written by a member of the team for GreenAcres Colney.
Colney Trees We silent sentinels in morning mist Trunks stood straight and branches twist Together as one our leaves give shade And decorate nature’s colonnade We grow together our limbs entwined Our roots shoved deep yet not confined Stretched into earth we take our hold To secure this fortress of green and gold We change and grow at nature’s behest We never demand. We have no quest Just content to stand and shelter all From summer’s sun and winter squall The lost that rest beneath our keep Will slumber safe, so never weep We hold them now in nature’s hand Returned, replete and of the land Kim Greenacre
