Oakland Cemetery
Oakland Cemetery Atlanta
(7-30-2016)
I gazed on a sunny day
Across a shady lawn
Beneath its simple beauty
Lives forgotten, families gone.
To the left are moments big and small,
Mighty reminders of ancestral love,
Come to rest, come to call
Though these lives are no more,
I am drawn to the open field
Where life may roam
Unbound by any shield.
It is here where beauty is born.
Where root of grass and tree
Have grown from unnamed life
And gave way to nature's majesty.
Unknown names long forgotten
Lie deep beneath the rich soil
Brought to rest in anonymity
From a life of quite toil
May I rest here where people can play
Walk over me singing aloud
Let my dust reignite life
So that in death I lay proud.
Copyright © Michael Moncrief | Year Posted 2017
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