'graveyards Beautiful'
Graveyards are beautiful to me,
oh, those trees so filigree,
those beautiful statues so eternally divine.
Since a child I have gone to see,
graves in rows like waves in the sea.
And as I ponder- I gather inspiration sublime,
inside me words twine,
and in time rhyme.
Today, I go with a bright red rose,
oh, when he died- I froze,
I lay my red rose but the wind takes it away.
and I follow it among the rows and rows,
past all those who quietly in death's repose.
In a trance, I begin to meander in that sea of gray,
and words I pray,
for those in decay.
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December 18, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/'Graveyards Beautiful'
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1209-858-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Strand Special 5,
Brian Strand
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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