-- AMID THE TOMBSTONES --
John Herlihy
On the tombstone nary a word
Graced at times by a solitary bird
Periwinkle green, glossy over ground
Stones amid briars and scrub pine around
A few lives been lived and now been done
A century passed, any memories none
Who were they and whatever did they do
Only the briar patch and scrub grass knew
Lives long ago once lived in love and pain
The names washed away by wind and rain
Nothing left but embellishment of curlicues
Like mourners kneeling among church pews
Silence reigns in this clearing of the woods
Crows in tree branches knelt in feathered hoods
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(C) John Herlihy 24 February 2019
Rebecca
Love ya!
Jane