The Graveyard Climbers Poem by Dann Thomas

There stands Mr FReddy
At the edge of his boundary
Surveying further lands and trees
He smiles, for in the distance he sees...

More land covered with plants, trees and rock.
Why, that also can be mine, to himself, he thought
Bigger I'll grow and more I can find,
To the edge of the horizon all will be mine
all will be mine, all will be mine.

But to his little wish there was a problem little,
For between that land and his; weed and periwinkle
Grew in that little plot -the village graveyard.
The silence of death lay just a few steps forward.

But this would not deter his insistent dream.
Greed had stretched itself for more lands to glean.
Wealthier I'll grow and more I‘ll be refined,
Beyond that skyline all will be mine,
all will be mine, all will be mine.

With his claim on paper he climbs that little wall
And strays through weed, through the living that fall.
Climbers that straddle dead stones pull him away
Caution, the future is bleak for those who stray.


There lies Mr FReddy
Stretched out and still needy
For that land he wanted and so loved afore,
But unfortunately, the graveyard loved him more.