in it’s serenity
the town cemetery is a beautiful place
the granite-work and the statuary
hold a sombre dignity
in the peaceful air
a contrast
to unmarked mounds that are
little more than gentle blemishes
in the waving grass
that surrounds the wandering path
many histories lie here
pioneer spirit and gold
plague disease and chinese ceremonial
anglican
jewish
catholic
and unwanted
on the left side
towards the back
inconspicuous and out of the way
are those unclaimed who are
at last
in possession of their final discharge
released
from the paternal care
of the mental asylum
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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It is so true that cemeteries are beautiful dignified places.
Even those unclaimed are there in dignified harmony.
They are beautiful in their way, GF. Yes.
The dirt embraces all, for it does not discriminate.
As it must, Nicholas.
we all have our own idiosyncrasies in life be it in life or in death there are still gaps to be filled
Very true, blast.
As a youngster, I was afraid of cemeteries! Things have changed!
My dad would say, “One day I have to leave you because I will be too old to walk or talk! I will show you where my old bones will be! You can come and visit me whenever you want! You won’t see me, but you’ll see my name carved on a stone to let you know where I am and remind you that I’m watching over you from up above!”
I listened to him talking, not comprehending exactly what he was saying! I can’t hold his hand any longer...but I feel him in my heart! I visit his resting place whenever I’m in town! The resting place he chose is quite far...but that’s what he wanted so he could be near his buddy...Leonard Bernstein! Now it’s a double treat for me. Not only do I visit my dad, but I also get to visit the Maestro!
~Laura~
A double treat, indeed, Laura.
I feel a fascination when I'm walking the old aisles and looking at old gravestones.
Interesting places.
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