The Graveyard Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I stumbled on half-hidden stones
With brambles overgrown
A graveyard from an age long flown
Neglected and alone

I wondered who was buried ‘neath
The tangled weedy wreath
What body in its final sheath
Lay lifeless underneath

Was there a soul with gifts innate
Who hoped to pen a line
Caught by a sudden twist of fate
Now coffined and supine

I left there running like a sprite
And found my book of prayers
Where little notes I hoped to write
Were buried in its layers

The day will come when my own grave
May be a hidden cave
No human eye will ever see
Yet poems there will be

I stumbled on half-hidden stones
With brambles overgrown
A graveyard from an age long flown
Neglected and alone.