Oasis In the City
Black painted steel gates as you enter the premises
Trees brought in from all over the world
laid here on this land unfurled
Gardens like heavens before me
Many a funnel spoken by priests
here in this quiet place for the deceased
Small walkways lined with stones names to me all unknown
Filled with history and majestic and silent mystery
Quaint roads are listed by name
No two are the same
Paradise indeed, marvelous bushes and shrubs
It has be noted there are many bird clubs
that venture here
Some buried with ponds on their plot
Numerous bird species flock to this place
A haven for people with names and no faces
Tranquil water gardens trimmed with flowers
Many people come here to walk for hours
A church stands right near the entrance
It’s medieval in appearance
One hundred and seventy five acres of
Victorian-era contemporary gardens
from natural woodlands to formal ornamental spaces.
A beauty here that truly embraces
The Cemetery is widely known for its meticulous maintenance
And its charm of acquaintance
(This is a historical place in Cambridge Massachusetts founded in 1831)
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