Constance La France Poet Verse

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Simple Mutterings - Still I Weep

I enter gates that are rusty and old, worn with age,
     This eternal resting place fills my soul with sadness;
The time of year does not help, barren trees hanging low,
           Dried up flowers lay forlorn on rows of graves.

I followed a pathway taking me deep into the maze of sorrow,
     Many stones difficult to read, erosion and time destroyed;
Some are simple crosses and others pristine granite markers,
          I cross over a bridge above a rippling stream.

Dark valleys lay before me and toppled statues rest in peace,
     This scene of sadness holds a place in my soul forever;
For among the burial plots, vaults, lays a beloved sad memories,
          There is so much love in this forever in this place.

                    This cemetery is serene and tranquil,

                                                And I still weep . . . .

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March 21, 2014


Poetry/Verse/Simple Mutterings/Still I Weep
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