Donkey That Oversees the Cemetery
August the month of daddy's birth and death
Went to the cemetery today
It is a very lovely place
It sits upon a grassy knoll
A place just right for a stroll
Rural America, once the home
Of a country church
Where the congregation met much
No longer exists today..gone
Across the road fenced in
A donkey he-hawed a din
To let us know that we had kin
Buried there, where he overseed
The comings and goings
Of all that grieve
By day and by night
In the moonlight
All the ghost who
Roam about waiting
For that glorious shout
When we all will be gathered
To the heavenly choir
To sing God's praise
By the hour
Never tiring filled with desire
To worship together
Forever in the heavenlies
(I believe that when we die our spirit goes on to heaven not stay in the ground. Only our
body stays there and awaits the trumpet sound. This is just a poem about going to the
graves of my parents yesterday. Mostly it is true. It is a Rhyme somewhat.)
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