The Graveyard

The wind seemed colder that December day, as I walked among the graves marked with marble so gray. Some had a story carved for all to see, while others were just marked, Rest In Peace. Pictures of the deceased, were on a few, as I looked a little closer, to see how many I knew. Then in the distance, I saw a crowd, another loved one to be buried, then my head I bowed. Old graves stood out, their markers so tall, darker than most, like shadows at nightfall. Sad to think, some had to die so young, but way back then, not much could be done. Strange it may seem, to visit the dead, but facinating to me, on the life they led.