Walking through the cemetery
glancing at stone of old
bravery in each stone
stories to be told
One tells of a child
who died at birth
a family’s anguish
sorrow not deterred
Another stone of a soldier
who fought in a war
decorated for bravery
valiant to the core
Other stones marked
by those who died in an epidemic
sorrow spared no one
the horror was systemic
Some stones tell
of a life well lived
the privilege of old age
with plenty to give
My soul reflects
on these stones in the sun
hoping to live a story
of a life well done
copyright 2017 Debbie Pierce
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Thank you for today’s meditation. Reflecting on this right now….
You are welcome. That cemetery is in a small ghost town along the Natchez Trace. You can feel the history just walking through it. Thanks for reading.
Wonderful poem! Cemeteries are so full of stories to tell. 🙂
Thank you. I agree. Thanks for reading.
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Inspired. Thank you.
You are welcome. Thanks for reading.
What a great idea — inspired in a cemetery.
Thank you. That cemetery is old and part of a ghost town. Thanks for reading.
Cemataries are like the libraries of man your poem was beautiful
I agree. Thank you.
You are welcome
this was beautiful. xx
Thank you. Have a wonderful day!