The Old Country Cemetery

I wandered down an old country lane A shadowy stroll into the past An old cemetery laid still in the shade A resting place at last Here, long ago, and old church had stood But some time past, had burned to the ground Yielding it's guardianship to the wood That had grown up fast all around Men, women and children interred within this hallowed ground Have long since turned to dust But the grey grave stones and white crosses are still found They bear their memories a tribute just Beloved husband, beloved son Beloved daughter, beloved wife On these stones and crosses as one Written the last page of life...