A Hayride Through Time
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An October hayride through Valhalla Cemetery in St. Louis, with stops at certain graves, with the occupant* stepping forward to tell his/her story.
*Actor
Tonight we sit upon these bales of hay
and visit characters who've long been dead.
The research brought them life, allowed a say
in how their history would then be said.
Tonight, you came to hear their story told.
A hayride through the graves, you say, how odd,
but actors popped up here and there, so bold
and brought them back as by an act of God.
So come, and lend your ear to how they fared
upon the earth when younger days were here,
the struggles and the joys they must have shared,
and how they dealt with death and conquered fear.
Perhaps tonight, we catch a glimpse of worth
from tales of those who lie beneath this earth.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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