James Foulk Poet Rhyme

Departed Folks

Went back to the hills
of my dear home today
saw the old folks
in their kindly way.

Buried beneath soil so deep
these dear folks of mine.
Just now reading tombstones,
names they had so fine.

Death comes to all
life so short, passing of time
is but for a moment
and we start to decline.

In this cemetery it tells
so many life stories and more,
departing now, to live life
until I reach that golden shore.

wrote 9-11-08   NOTE HERE IN JULY OF 2008 WENT TO IOWA AND SAW A LOT OF MY FAMILY 
THAT WAS BURIED IN GRINNELL  AND DES MOINES. THIS IS BASED ON THAT TRIP.

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Vince Suzadail Jr. September 17, 2008 at 6:23 AM Each marker is a story in itself. I stop by once in a while to visit my mother's and Aunt's and Uncle's graves. It is a solemn moment that revives some of the memories. Vince

John Loving Iii September 13, 2008 at 12:06 PM the only time i saw my fathers mother was at her tomb. i'm glad i know where she is. good work. jhl

Heidie Buys September 12, 2008 at 8:48 AM This was very beautiful, great introspection and well written. Good job. Regards Heidie

George Williams September 11, 2008 at 9:49 PM this brought back a lot of memories, and a few tears, really a good poem.

Carrie Richards September 11, 2008 at 4:45 PM Very touching, and nostalgic poem, James. Nicely done. Carrie