A beautiful, sunny, bright blue day
A perfect time to sit and lay
A cool and brisk, yet gentle breeze
We sit beneath the Canopy
The ground a shade of brown and green
And not a cloud in sky that can be seen
A Rhinestone sky, is a sight insane
But below the Canopy a salty rain
The salty rain falls, like rivers flow
A site of stone statues placed in row
We talk about the memories best
For beneath the Canopy we lay to rest
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Author:
RobSIII (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Death is a definite thing for all beings, however, growing up and going to funerals one thing always stood out to me. Covering the area where those are laid to rest is the canopy that provides the family shade and privacy.
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