Oh how I miss the Cemetery
I now only drive by, Occasionally
I miss the serene, peaceful ground
And the silence, barely a sound
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a little Late, or a lot Late? i hope to never be planted in one, but i like to go bird watching in them. bluebirds in New York State would perch on headstones/tombstones and (i think) wait for a tasty treat to crawl or fly by. since i missed putting one of your poems in June all-female showcase, i'd like to put this one into June's all-male showcase. even though you are a female, your last name is Paul, so that is good enough for me. I AM the boss, after all! ! ok with you, Lyn? let me know in the next couple of weeks. or change the poem you had sent for June (with some changes) and see if i will use it. it is your decision. bri :) to MyPoemList. thanks.
Wonderful poem and very enjoyable to read. Although full of death cemeteries have so much life and brightness in them.
I miss the cemetry! ! ! Because, we will all go there! Thanks for sharing.
The poem resonates with me, as I visit the cemetery where my mother and brother are buried regularly. You are right, ' So do not fear the cemetery gate.'