The Cemetery
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I entered gates that were rusty and old, worn with age,
This eternal resting place filled my soul with sadness;
The time of the year did not help, barren trees hanging low,
Dried up withered flowers lay forlorn on rows of graves.
I followed a pathway taking me deep into the maze of sorrow,
Many stones difficult to read, erosion and time destroyed;
Some were simple crosses and others pristine granite markers,
I crossed over a bridge above a rippling stream.
Dark valleys lay before me and toppled statues rest in peace,
This scene of sadness holds a place in my soul forever;
For among the burial plots, vaults, crypts lays a beloved memory,
Of my childhood cat, Snowball, forever in this place.
This pet cemetery, serene and tranquil,
And I still weep . . .
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March 21, 2014
Poetry/Verse/The Cemetery
Copyright Protected, ID 03-551-833-21
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, The Saddest Landscape
sponsor Skat, 03/2014
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2014
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