This picture was taken in 1969 at Llanwonno cemetery. A tiny village or 'hamlet' which consisted of a few houses, the church and a pub, Llanwonno drew crowds in summer time.
Families from Ynyshir, Wattstown and Tylorstown, would walk a couple of miles up to this isolated spot on the mountain in the Rhondda Fach.
On a slope below the pub and the churchyard there was a large picnic and play area. Families from Avon Terrace and Standard View, competed for the best place to sit, play, make tea or drink beer. A wonderful day would be had by all. I can remember the warm dusk enveloping us as we wound down the mountainside, much fatigued, to our homes and welcoming beds.
Many years past my childhood, I visited Llanwonno again. The houses had gone, the pub was closed. The churchyard remained!
The light was low. Although this was a black and white picture, I toned it slightly for an atmospheric effect.
A few years ago, I discovered this poem which has been attributed to Mary Elizabeth Fry.
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.