Row of Rest

Written by: Sabina Nicole

Such beauty lies on silent hills
As snow trails turn around like mills
Bare trees dance around in waves
As dark clouds turn the town to caves
A bridge far off comes into view
As black birds hum to something new
The sun struggles to paralyze
As fog just seems to mesmerize
Revealing century’s, stories untold
But by their size you know there was gold
Families reside in mansion paved with gray
While others have down sized in another way
Pale red flowers lay by one
A note card to somebody’s son
A light chill in the air at best
This endless row of eternal rest.

By: Sabina Nicole