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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "A graveyard is the only place where all distictions are leveled and the rich and the poor rest together in peace".... By Poet Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West With an explorer’s gait, I walked jumping over gutters My track, flanked with knee high grass and nettles Also, wild bushes of all kinds that grew in clusters Strange enough, my track ended in an open space Enclosed by cracked walls, now a forlorn territory There are raised mounds, overgrown with weeds I can easily make out, it is an ancient graveyard Hush… hush is the place, here no bird sings There is a mournful silence that deepens Through the weed grown path, no traveler walks The place, some morbid warning portends Vacancy alone greets my pensive eyes Here the wind sighs in silent sobs There is a muffled horror all around the place Even the leaves chant a sad refrain In these ancient graves sleep our forefathers Their toil and trouble ended on this earth They must have been perhaps heroes of the land No more are they part of world’s victory or strife Some graves are marked by crosses and head stones But most of them are nameless, worn out by the years We do not know how or when came their end Did they die in old age or die in their prime Or perish in a battle or struck by some pestilence However, their names are blotted out from life’s tome They have become inseparably one with the elements And they lie here motionless exuding a strange aura I stand with a heavy heart by these moss grown wrecks Thinking I too shall lie here once, devoid of all opulence Leaving all my hard-earned possessions behind Without a name, thoroughly forgotten by one and all. _____________________________ Feb.22.2023 Writing Challenge – G-Words poetry Contest Sponsor- Constance La France
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