Paul Schneiter Poet Rhyme

Cemetery Visit

I paused at a cemetery the other day
It seemed inviting in its quiet way.
Each headstone heralded the numbers,
Birth/death for he/she who slumbers.

Surely, though, there's more to discern
About the lives that lie 'neath the grass.
Here is a monument to Thomas Hearn—
Impressive, announcing a man of class.

His towering tribute gives me pause,
Does death really make us all the same?
Some here sleep with no applause,
A small, flat slab is all they claim.

I look across the cemetery's ground.
Glinting granite rises above all others.
Even here equality is not to be found
Among Christ's sisters and brothers.

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Casarah Nance January 26, 2015 at 6:56 PM I often visit and photograph cemeteries. I will think in a different perspective after reading this. I enjoyed this :) Paul Schneiter January 26, 2015 at 8:41 PM Casarah, I hope you'll continue to photograph cemeteries, even though your perspective may have changed. I think it's a commendable act . . . a way to show we haven't forgotten those who have gone before us. Please know that I'm grateful for your comment.