Afternoon visit to the cemetery

Drove down Sir Donald Bradman Drive
Beside the West Terrace cemetery
The wind was blowing up some dust 
Stirring through the eucalyptus trees
Thought it was time I visited again
It's been a few months I ken
A brisk walk; a silent talk
Some flickering memories...
Pretty white flowers blown about
Wind Whispering quietly
Thoughts of you in my head
Goodbyes said for eternity
There you lay; silently; in your dusty bed