Today, in the warm July sunshine.
I visited an old junior school of mine.
Within its grounds I stood before.
A tribute plaque at a gardens door.
A plaque carved from darkened stone.
For the 96 who never came home.
In this garden I saw love and care .
A garden to reflect, to say a prayer.
A place of peace, somewhere to go.
To watch the flowers sway and blow.
Natural beauty in full bloom and view.
A garden that shows children care too.