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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cemetery
[time] => 2005-01-08 22:11:39
[hometext] => The green green grass of home
[bodytext] => It had to rain a cold drizzling rain The family you could feel their pain Outside of our cars watched all the people A sign of respect as palbarers Helped place the coffen into the chapel Hyms sang scripture read A good man the preacher said Everyone invited to dine Our church the corner of Seventh and Vine The family still crying I stayed behind I was drawn by all the buried My thoughts of this cemetery How many years has it been around Why is the grass so over grown I wanted to walk it for myself The cold rain pelt There a monument tall and grey a union soldier 1865 the month of May Famous or not the name weathered away Tall grass dasies and browneyed susans on display I walked along somewhat dismayed Tilted stones to and fro Too many names that go unknown A babies grave a little lamb Another stone a carving the praying hand Triping over a missing stones foundation A woman or man of creation Stones that have weathered and fell Others tipped and broken by future demons of hell I walk I look I meditate Human I know my fate Tall grass amoung Creeping Charlie dasies and Browneyed Susan Forefathers communion of saints I reason In the cool rain I feel sadness and happiness I feel Gods loving caress I hear saints and angels all in song For I sence all here have gone to the green green grass of home Sinned [comments] => 4 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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