James P. Roberts

Rookie - 129 Points (Waterloo, Iowa)

Cemetery: Norcross, Georgia - Poem by James P. Roberts

Graves of the old
and the young
black sharecroppers.
Graven stone
long weathered by time
and scouring wind-
storms.
The weeds hide names and dates
of those born without a name
and those who died ageless.
Canted over on the wrinkled
hillside, these mute
testaments to decades-long labor
and shed blood
seem to watch the plot of land
that houses the dead
dust.
Long-fingered willows spread
shelter above
as their roots pry at the bones
beneath.
On a quiet, moon-washed street,
the graveyard
waits
and waits.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 15, 2013


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