Grave On the Hill(Revised)
Grave on the hill, no name applied
Just a simple pile of rocks
Disturbed by a fallen tree.
Over time moss has grown
Giving the rocks a grey sheen
Someone must have loved the man
Taking much time to find the rocks
and neatly arrange them on the grave.
At the foot there is a small child sized grave
with just a simple long, rounded, rock marker
at the head and foot.
I often wonder what happened to this family...
I sense great sadness and troubles in these lives.
to be continued...
Grave on the hill, no name applied
Just a simple pile of rock
Marks the ending of a life full
Of sadness and loss of children
Toil and work the rocky ground
to feed your family, land is the life blood
for survival, for food, for shelter
To the land you have returned beneath the red clay and rock grave.
Grave on the hill, no name applied.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009
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