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THE GRAVE
It was resting near the river
almost out of sight
surrounded by palmetto shrubs
where there was hardly any light
There was no stone at all upon it
it just lay there all alone
I wondered who was buried there
and what in life, they'ed done
I found it there one afternoon
while exploring in the woods
could it be an Indian's grave
buried with his goods
Could it have been a housewife
buried a hundred years or more
and had a husband stood in grief
down on the grassy floor
Had it been a father
who had died before his time
from disease and over work
back when life was not so kind
Had it been a grand pa
who had been a pioneer
and had come in horse and wagon
a piece of land to clear
Had it been a baby girl
who had died within a week
had she been mourned in sorrow
this child who'd never speak
I wondered what their name was
and where did they come from
innigrants from across the ocean
to be buried far from home
I wondered just how they were dressed
be it rich or just a rag
but I'm sure that when their last breath came
they were buried in the best they had
It had some rocks upon the top
I guess to mark the spot
This was such a lonely, lonely place
but I'm sure they knew it not
I wonder who is buried there
this one I'll never see
but there is one thing I surely know
I know it isn't me
