Resurrection, by R S Thomas

The middle of three gorgeous girls, granddaughters of friends of ours - "...and a child tells us" -

Easter. The grave clothes of winter
are still here, but the sepulchre
is empty. A messenger
from the tomb tells us
how a stone has been rolled
from the mind, and a tree lightens
the darkness with its blossom.
There are travellers upon the roads
who have heard music blown
from a bare bough, and a child
tells us how the accident
of last year, a machine stranded
beside the way for lack
of petrol is covered with flowers.

I would LOVE to see the day when all machines powered by petrol are stranded beside the way and covered with flowers...and do hope that is the future for our children.

Fun with friends in the sunshine - especially the kids having a go on our friend's quad bike, which he uses to check on the sheep, who are lambing at the moment.