Constance La France Poet Verse

''The Cemetery''

I entered gates that were rusty and old, worn with age,
     This eternal resting place filled my soul with sadness;
The time of year did 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 were simple crosses and others pristine granite markers,
          I crossed 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 memory,
          Of my childhood cat, Snowball, forever in this place.

                    This pet cemetery, serene and tranquil,

                                                And I still weep . . . .

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March 21, 2014


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Theme - Write  me sad

Submitted to the contest, Moods, sponsor, Silent One, Fourth Place

Submitted to the contest, The Saddest Landscape, sponsor, Skat, Second Place

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James Inman August 3, 2015 at 1:12 AM Very descriptive, well written.

Dr. Upma A. Sharma August 2, 2015 at 11:15 PM Superb write BW that's worthy of great win! Big congrats!

Skat A August 2, 2015 at 4:24 PM Broken, love the write....Congrats. SK

Barbara Campbell August 2, 2015 at 1:00 PM I can relate well to you poem. I appreciate both the skillful writing and the deep feelings regarding loss of a loved animal, whether as an adult or child. Barbara

Jan Allison August 2, 2015 at 7:56 AM dropping back with my congrats:-) hugs Jan xx

Edward Ebbs July 31, 2015 at 11:59 PM Nicely written...I had a black labrador retriever named Rex when I was a young...we would do so many things together. My parents property bordered forestland and I loved to explore. The two of us would run down trails together, well sometimes Rex would see a dear and off with the chase he went; I tried to keep up but ended up turning back eventually, and about the time I would get back down from the hill to home, he would come running to catch up ~ Memories :)

Lindsay Laurie July 31, 2015 at 8:31 PM Hello Broken Wings... many cannot understand how precious and loved some pets are that offer unconditional love and stave off loneliness but instead of discarding them, there's a with to never forget what they provided... your poem is something special for heartbroken mates - Lindsay

Jan Allison July 31, 2015 at 6:24 PM a beautiful tribute Broken Wings I know how precious your pets are to you - good luck with the contest:-) hugs Jan xx7

Pam Deremer July 31, 2015 at 6:04 PM Thank you for sharing.