The saddest place in the graveyard
Is not where the children sleep
It’s a little spot in the corner
Where no one comes to weep
You walk around and shake your head
There are no real stones
Or nothing much to mark the spot
Where there lie the Unknowns
Unknown Adult, Unknown Child
How could this come to pass?That there are those to us Unknown
There lying ‘neath the grass
My God, how could a baby die
With no one there to cry?
I walk around that Sacred Ground
I have to wonder why
I think of this place now and then
Then each Memorial Day
I ponder there and bow my head
Where no one comes to pray
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Duke LaRance -- the Drugstore Cowboy Poet
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