*This is about an ancient burial ground where I live but not much is known about it. I’ve researched it and come up with nothing. It’s around 5000 years old and lies forgotten and unnoticed. I find this very sad.
I never noticed you before
Lived here most of my life
But there you are in front of me
Covered by trees, weeds and grass
A fence also blocks you out
A round one rusted and worn
On the fence a small
Plaque dirty with grime
The plaque reads that you’re
A burial ground
From three thousand
Five hundred BC
So old you are yet little
Is known about you
Buried and forgotten
In the misty past
Are you a chieftain or
A warrior of renown
Or a Queen who ruled
This land?
Whoever you were
I think of you always
Living so long ago
In my town
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
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