THREE MINUTES OF SILENCE
Photography & Words and Poetry copyright Lynne D Jones
THREE MINUTES
Three minute warning to leave
Three minute mile to run
Three minutes to boil an egg
Three minutes to remember the dead
When I was at the rememberance day parade at High Wycombe a few weeks back, i stood with others outside the church.
I watched the hands clasped behind backs, old gnarled hands as aged as tree trunks.
One of the last leaves fall from a branch above the crowd and I followed it with my vision as it fell, very slowly to the concrete street below.
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