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.