I Wonder Poem by poppy miller

As I pass the graveyard near to the cliff
Where the steeple looks out with its lofty eye
And the gulls and the wind circle around,
Guarding the long, long dead lying by.
I wonder, lying there in the earth, do they hear
The chorus of song that comes with the dawn
That constant chitter, chitter chatter
Even on the coldest of morn.
Do they hear the soft falling rain I wonder
Or the innocent whisperings of tall green grass
Or the gladdened heart of a lark on the wing
Or the rustling of the sassafras
And do they wonder - yes do they wonder too
(Knowing they have laid low for so long)
If kith and kin still weep for them
Or have they in turn sang their own swan song
Maybe it is that they're happy to lay
Where the moon and the stars refuse to go
Maybe they say that it's better this way
For gone is their toil and their sorrow.

…I wonder.