The Cemetery At the Old Home Place
The dusty road is now black topped
Windows can be opened
to let in plenty of clean fresh air
though no house stands chosen
The fence still stands in some places
The pasture filled with trees
Our large garden spot overgrown
Once gathered in no breeze
Memories happy and unpleasant
Flood my memory banks
Thoughts of the graveyard flow
Overgrown with vines or blank?
Is the path clear of those briars
Or overgrown with vines?
Those wild grape and honeysuckle
Can wrap, entwine sometimes
Grasping handle of the car door
Seemed to be drawn that way
Dusk slowly creeps and pulls me north
With just a flashlight sway
To see the graves of my loved ones
At 'twilight's quiet time
Though brambles and strong briars
Strains weakening heart's lifetime
In the morning's brilliant sunrise
The flashlight did no good
She was found among the brambles
Near a grave that stood
Erect with her name engraved
The date that she was born
Also the date she died beside
That day she was reborn
Proud~ free from the overgrown vines
Cleared at the edge of woods
The visit was her next to last
Buried now in those backwoods
Written: October 4, 2016, Rewritten: October 05, 2016
Inspired by Broken Wings' Contest Overgrown With Vines and
"Scare Me Good Contest"
Irregular syllable count~~ Poetic License
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