Stone
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said"write"
A place where angels live to watch over our loved ones.
Angels made of stone some of plaster and of bone.
The shadows of the trees make me think of ghost.
But the scary sounds I hear come from most.
Your never alone their always there.
They come as one or even a pair.
They all have an angelic face.
A cemitary is the place.
Entered in Constance La France~a rambling poet~"Angels in cemitaries"contest.
Teresa Skyles
Stone
06-12-11
Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet | Year Posted 2011
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