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At St Uny Lelant, from which all of these photographs are taken, there is a policy to keep part of the churchyard neatly mown and to allow the grass and wild flowers to grow freely in the oldest area of the extended graveyard across the lane. These two management strategies result in quite different landscapes. Photos: Carol Simpson (right)
Richard Shimell (below) |
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I know another churchyard Which
fills me with despair. For all God's lovely little gems,
The mower sounds the knell.
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The undergrowth is sheared so close
It bears no flowers or seeds,
For the wild plants which dare to
grow
Are designated weeds.
And all around the old stone church
In sanctimonious row,
Smug cultivated garden flowers
In sterile neatness grow.
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Where are the birds and insects?
Where is the cow parsley?
Where are the rioting growing
things
Which burgeoned merrily?
There are no sheep in the graveyard
now,
Alas, such days are sped;
Along with the departed souls
God's wildlife is dead!
From Rustic Rhapsody by Wendy
AF Martyn
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This poem was sent to Carol Simpson
by Tessa Styles, who is working hard to promote nature conservation in
Crowan churchyard. If you would like to get involved in churchyard work,
or need some advice on it, please contact the Trust.
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