Strolling thro' the cemetery the other day I chanced to see,
Various grave stones that were quite intriguing to me.
Most were modest, a few monumental, some very old.
On each was etched a tad of history with a story to be told!
The founder of the city has a grandiose memorial, of course.
O'er his grave he's shown astride a handsome horse!
Nearby lies an infamous desperado asleep in his tomb.
Lying along side is the sheriff who brought about his doom!
Time-worn stones brood o'er a pioneer family of eight.
An Indian raid seems to have hastened their untimely fate!
Hallowed graves of soldiers are marked by marble stones.
Alas, scattered among them are markers for a few "Unknowns."
Flowery and laudatory epitaphs, I noted are numerous,
Some very sad and others quite humerous!
"Twas the last rodeo he rode; Off Old Red's back he was throwed!"
"He's now in his heavenly abode; He missed the bend in the road!"
"A spiteful gossip was Miss Jones; Now thro' eternity she atones!"
"This plot of grass is all he owns; Here lie his mortal bones!"
"He left a life of strife; He lies in peace 'til he's joined by his wife!"
"He led a very wicked life; 'Twas ended with her butcher knife!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)