We came upon a clearing in the woods
a little cemetery, private
in its surroundings
three obelisks in a row, one
in two parts, the others
weathered from changing times
here a young lad aged six
there Adeline, only two
within the family plot they rest
a mom and dad and uncles too
McPherson, Robertson and
Dunn by name
we came upon a clearing in
the woods and left with thoughts
a hundred years ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
left the thoughts, I like it, thanks.