Graveyard
Graveyard
~~~~~~~~~
Walking past it everyday
Intrigued by the secrets it whispers
Dead and buried
Still stories to tell
Some of heaven
And many of hell
Oak, ash, and maple stand vigil
Swaying in the breeze
Still swiftly I walk past
Till the usher of us all
Mistress Death claims me.
Copyright © Edward Ford | Year Posted 2010
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