Rolling wooden wheels
along the cobble stone
Trotting hoofs in clatter
Stetson reined in rows
~
Carriage of the blackest
long, and shined alike
containing there within it
the little girls in white
~
Flowers line the gravel
tears, they surely pour
A family's lost a father
and the Amish so much more
~
mourning, though forgiving
aside the many flaws
the focused people gather
finding closure most of all