In A Graveyard Of Those Who Died Long Ago Poem by Not Long Left
In A Graveyard Of Those Who Died Long Ago
Closer to the road, the ancient graves
crumble under the weight of time.
Words of love, of lost, of hope and despair
are scattered amongst the un cut grass.
Stone crosses severed and chipped
softened by the damp moss.
There are no visitors here anymore,
just observers. They look and shudder,
To rest in a lonely spot, to be concealed
by the weeds, to fade into the past.
There are heroes here, half named strangers
visited only by the rains.
This left me feeling empty and drained, it was so well penned. So much sadness........ Love, Fran xx
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4/26/2024 1:42:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Vincent...What a lovely reminder for us to respect those who have long ago departed our world. I once had to recover a head stone from a yound child's grave that had been stolen by some disresepectful hooligans, I'm sure as a prank. The child, and her infant brother had died in 1870. My collegues located the burial plot, a tiny spot of land hidden by trees and a fence, within the city, next to a very busy road. Perhaps some day I'll write a poem about that. Thank you for yours...it was very well done and a nice reminder. Hugs, Dee