Written - 28th May 2025
Cemetery Poetry Contest - Sponsored by: Constance La France
Nothing is heard, but the gentle breeze Breeze that whispers over the deceased Trees bow their branches with deep respect For those that lie in cemetery beds. The green grass is tended graciously For mourning of friends and family To find healing that lessons their grief And helps those grieving to find some peace. Flowers adorn the beautiful place Chosen with perfect love and good taste By those who’ve lost a special someone Who in their heart’s will always live on. A cemetery is the place to be When hearts are broken in two, sadly The ambience has a calming effect When one feels that their life has been wrecked. Stone angels keep watch both night and day Singing to keep tears and fears at bay So the departed rest in sweet peace And their souls live on within God’s fleece. * * *
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