I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
This grove is dedicated in loving memory to our dearly departed loved ones. It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn't go alone, for part of us went with you, the day god called you home. Rest peacefully in god's garden until we meet again and visit us often in our dreams to ease our grief and pain. X
Charles Alexander Rae
I pray to God to give us the wisdom to face the truth as it is and may there be peace throughout. In memory of my dear departed wife Evelyn, the love of my heart. As we often told each other we are one and can never be separated. She was my friend, lover, and soul mate. My life rest in peace, darling ,till we meet again. Good night S.P.F. John XXX Mum, we miss you more than words can say. Not a day passes when I don't think of you. Please protect Arran and Kyle and know that one day we will be reunited. xxxxx Grada Rae, I'm glad your pain and suffering has passed. We miss you, too. xxx Love forever, Michelle, Garry, Arran and Kyle Always in our hearts. Love, Chrissy x
Donated by Ganeshan V Iyer, John Beattie, Michelle, Garry, Arran and Kyle.
1st August 2006