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HistoricNew England Cemetery

Enter deep into our woods and you’ll come upon an old cemetery. It was a cleared-out field then when they were lowered in those graves. The native slate that marks each one is now roughed-edged by years of gnawing time and weather. The flesh that once gave life to those inscribed names perished long ago. What can still be seen and read are names without memory or history, except for dates; but even stones and names wear thin, like gritty cobwebs through which the most determined light is faint – like the last flickers of tallow candles these dead may have seen as the terrifying darkness rushed in and blotted out their lives.

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Date: 3/9/2020 3:52:00 PM
Your description dangled this cemetery into my mind easily and quickly Maurice.
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Date: 3/5/2020 6:03:00 PM
i can picture this cemetery perfectly, maurice! i actually love wandering through old graveyards and wondering about the people whose bones lie beneath the stones. i like the way you've ended this poem...
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