Old Burial Ground

The sky laden and ashen,

the earth as hard as iron,

these dead lie all forgotten

in their incumbent sleep.

 

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Their markers angled, fallen,

harsh wind cold, calling.

A funereal morning, stolen,

from the oblivious dead.

 

 

 

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Our tread is slow and reverent.

our sacred breath efferent.

In new light we leave our essence,

on trails long grown old.

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©AJM

 

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12 thoughts on “Old Burial Ground

    • Thanks Linda. This post was born from me dropping the kids off at school and then waiting for the library to open, so, to kill some time, I went for a walk around the cemetery on a bleak, winter’s morning.

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