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Cemetery

Contributed by Sinned on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 10:11:39 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



It had to rain a cold drizzling rain
The family you could feel their pain
Outside of our cars watched all the people
A sign of respect as palbarers
Helped place the coffen into the chapel
Hyms sang scripture read
A good man the preacher said
Everyone invited to dine
Our church the corner of Seventh and Vine
The family still crying I stayed behind
I was drawn by all the buried
My thoughts of this cemetery
How many years has it been around
Why is the grass so over grown
I wanted to walk it for myself
The cold rain pelt
There a monument tall and grey
a union soldier 1865 the month of May
Famous or not the name weathered away
Tall grass dasies and browneyed susans on display
I walked along somewhat dismayed
Tilted stones to and fro
Too many names that go unknown
A babies grave a little lamb
Another stone a carving the praying hand
Triping over a missing stones foundation
A woman or man of creation
Stones that have weathered and fell
Others tipped and broken by future demons of hell
I walk I look I meditate
Human I know my fate
Tall grass amoung Creeping Charlie dasies and Browneyed Susan
Forefathers communion of saints I reason
In the cool rain I feel sadness and happiness
I feel Gods loving caress
I hear saints and angels all in song
For I sence all here have gone to the green green grass of home

Sinned




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Re: Cemetery (User Rating: 1 )
by afterdark on Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 08:09:55 PM AEST
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The bad thing is I kinda think some of what you write is almost wasted on many ppl here on this site..Good poem.


Re: Cemetery (User Rating: 1 )
by romayne on Monday, 10th January 2005 @ 08:47:55 AM AEST
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Great poem, keep writing. Romayne


Re: Cemetery (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 09:01:37 AM AEST
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This was very moving. I felt like I was walking that path, too. I have always loved to wander through cemeteries contemplating the lives and deaths of the worthies. Thank you for sharing this.
Stitch


Re: Cemetery (User Rating: 1 )
by Whitelightning77 on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 08:23:19 PM AEST
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Cemetaries are great places to wander and contemplate. 'tis sad that so many are in such bad shape. Histories of those that lived, laughed, cried and died, never to be known or remembered.

thanks for sharing this one




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