Donkey That Oversees the Cemetery

August the month of daddy's birth and death Went to the cemetery today It is a very lovely place It sits upon a grassy knoll A place just right for a stroll Rural America, once the home Of a country church Where the congregation met much No longer exists today..gone Across the road fenced in A donkey he-hawed a din To let us know that we had kin Buried there, where he overseed The comings and goings Of all that grieve By day and by night In the moonlight All the ghost who Roam about waiting For that glorious shout When we all will be gathered To the heavenly choir To sing God's praise By the hour Never tiring filled with desire To worship together Forever in the heavenlies (I believe that when we die our spirit goes on to heaven not stay in the ground. Only our body stays there and awaits the trumpet sound. This is just a poem about going to the graves of my parents yesterday. Mostly it is true. It is a Rhyme somewhat.)