Sam Collins's Grave

The land of the dead resides high on the hill

Looking down to the land of the living far below

The shivers don’t begin to shoot down your spine until

Your soul reaches the pinnacle of Cemetery Road where the cold winds blow



I’ve never seen or heard of any of these corpses buried below my feet

Yet these skeletal strangers felt like neighbors and friends to me

Rows upon rows of faceless names etched on ancient stones made of marble and concrete

Shedding a tear while silently staring at Sam Collins’s solemn grave among the overgrowth and debris



The grass has grown out of where his bones are lain

And has taken root deep, deep underground

Memories of the past flow down the hill and are washed away by the rain

The crow’s craven cry in the gray sky is the only distinct sound



And Mother Nature will bury us all below our stone

Recollections and anecdotes are all that will remain

And Father Time will turn us all into dust and dinner and bone

Mother Nature will bring us all back home…again

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Clay Archer's picture

very nice...good ending...imagery cool

Memories of the past flow down the hill and are washed away by the rain

The meter and rhytym seems off a bit until read outloud....good work

clay