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Fence rusted and old

leans inward surrounding graves.

Mother, Father visible

Other markings faded from time.

Iron surrounding this plot

for purposes unknown.

What time has worn down

Leaves stories now untold.

Sun glints off crosses

Rusted now adorning arches.

Crosses reflecting hope

Found inside this

Simple country church.

What hopes and dreams

Had these now deceased?


Participating in the “Rust” Photo Play at The High Calling Focus and at TweetSpeak Poetry.

  • floyd - September 20, 2011 - 6:46 pm

    Wow. This really opened a world of wonder. To imagine what the hopes and dreams of the past were is daunting. But, inspiring.

    I can read your kind and melancholy heart in this poem. It is inspiring for me…

    The spiderweb in the top picture is stunning.ReplyCancel

  • Megan Willome - September 23, 2011 - 3:00 pm

    We have those old, rusted iron crosses and gates in our town’s two old cemetaries.ReplyCancel

  • amy in peru - September 25, 2011 - 10:16 pm