Not keen on the structure of this poem. Just a rough. I don't have word on my laptop so I'm putting it here. We had to choose a "small world" in the bournemouth area to do art on. I chose winton graveyard. This poem takes a few names of the people in the graveyard and explains how they died. I'm going to play around with typography and form the words into a picture of a church.

Winton Graveyard

Elenor Jane
Completely insane,
Sat atop a cliff in the rain.
The sodden earth crumbled
And downwards she tumbled,
Suffusing her blood soaked, rocky remains.

Mr Maurice
Became too obese,
They said to stop eating, he just wouldn't cease.
He poisoned his innards, crippled his heart,
With his sweet treats he could not part.
Beneath a birch he now lies in peace.

Poor Miss Best
Had nothing left,
Packed up her life and began heading west.
Met a man full of wit and charm,
Thought he'd keep her safe from harm.
A fool, she was. He knifed her chest.

Master James Hues
One for the booze,
Hard spirits; whiskey and rum he'd abuse.
He sucked up pints till his liver turned grey,
At 30 years old he slipped away.
His mother and father sobbed in the pews.

Old Mrs Fleet
Died in her sleep
The middle of winter; outside there was sleet.
She dreamed of warmth and moments passed
and light and sun; that dream, her last.
Around her coffin her relatives weeped.