The bells sing out

From the old clock tower

Their ringing ready greeting

Whilst the flowers in metal pots

Keep vigil at the graves looking fresh and bright

And the bridal party are sinking a few

Across the road at the pub

The pale green 1920’s car waits expectantly

Button hole and carnations abound

Everybody dressed to the nines

Morning suits and swooning gowns

Brush against each other

In the organised scrum of merry faces

Just one more before the vows

The rings and for evermore

No longer to be apart

Captured in snapshot

Frozen surprise

Smiling and bewildered