Death Doesn'T Know Compromise

Near the local library in my sweet little town lies Greenlawn Cemetary where peace abounds.. An open field bursts in tawny golds like a Monet. Flitting yellow butterflies land briefly and then fly away.. The Allegheny Mountains provide a panoramic view for those demised and their visitors too. Each engraved headstone, a tribute to one whose gone is meticulously spaced a part on it's well manicured lawn. Miniature flags were planted so one never forgets the wars of our past and all are brave vets.. A few sturdy benches coated in gloss offer up a place to sit and mourn the one you've lost.. It's quite serene, dignified, I remain seated in my car, sharing in their solitude from a far.. From flesh and blood to earth's rich mud, so many stories, so many lives. All are born and all must die, death doesn't know compromise.