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Poem 49
from the anthology, Voices From Mt Olive Cemetery, a work in progress.
Jesse F Hunnicutt 1867-1908
Jesse F. Hunnicutt
1867-1908
They placed me near the gate, there,
My tall tombstone rising above all the others;
All were friends and neighbors way back when,
We Worked and worshipped together, in the presence
Of our Lord creator, and savior most wondrous.
They are all dead now, but are alive evermore in his grace.
Step inside this dead world, my friends.
Come closer, over here; Me and May are soundly sleeping
Here waiting, in the walnut shadows,
Down, way down here, sleeping the dreams of life and love,
Down, way down here…waiting…
Inside this heaping bed of rotting bones,
Dancing gaily in still death, as we once did,
Years ago, alive and alone,
Hidden deeply in the orange fields,
We touched our baptism with water, and fire!
And saw our god in the clouds that day.
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