Country Cemetery
Covering the landscape
In a morning dew of stone
Your names cry out….
I was here!…Iwas here!Riding on a spring breeze
Voices of the past
Whistle among the evergreens
And yet an eerie silence prevails.Buried within the ranks
The witnesses of history
Now shrouded in secrecy
Imprisoned within these iron gates.Ida Maye and Clarence your granite shimmering
Reflecting the sun of a new day
The photographs…images cut in time
Delicately attached, fading, slipping into eternity.All the dreams you shared together
Have they escaped the earthen tomb?
To a place held only to the imagination
Or have they too turned to dust?Native grasses remain uncut
Growing as nature intended
Knowing that someday the answers will come
As we take our place as those before us
Under the winds of this sacred place called earth.Scott L. Mockerman 02/10/1999