This is the oldest of my poems still in existence. I am not sure of the date, perhaps 2008. Before that I had a terrible habit of thowing away all my work.
This is the second oldest poem I still have. The rest went to the big dustbin. The event happened in 1995, but I don't know the year I wrote the poem.
I wrote this a long time ago, not sure, perhaps 2008/9/10. It was published once too.
This was written in 2019. I happen to live in an old church surrounded by a graveyard. Didn't take much imagination!