To Grandma, From Muston
A poem in memory of my grandmother
By John Jenkins
In Muston schoolyard still the children play,
Rehearsing for the trials of life’s long race,
With names inherited from yesterday.
One day, they too will leave this place!
On Muston Green the old stone cross still stands.
At dusk on summer nights young men appear,
And girls; they talk, or kiss, or just hold hands:
Life’s saga must continue, year on year.
Green grows the long grass round old Muston church.
Grey monuments, each marked with sacred rhyme,
In zigzag rows the old stones lean and lurch,
Their writing faded by the light of time.
Ten thousand miles across the briny foam,
A tui’s lilting drifts about the trees,
A grey-haired lady sits and dreams of home,
In Muston’s fields of childhood memories.
We love you Grandma – John, 2003
[Edith Annie Johnson was born in Muston in 1892, and also lived in Bottesford and Grantham. In 1913 she emigrated to NZ where she married and raised a family. She passed away in 1968 at the age of 75]