Soul Mates Copyright © Sally Gardner 2008

Reading by Jenny Chantler

They brought fun to the lifeless
churchyard,
wet grey slabs,
winter trees trickling mist.

Encouraged ageless
spirits,
boisterous boys, scraped knees,
sleepy socks,

leap-frogged over stone remains,
leapt from grave to grave,
left footprints in the leaf mould,
feet flying over chiseled names.