cemetery by Emily G Myershanging above a gazebo in the middle of the cemetery is a tree
this scene that I pass everyday is like my mind
the leaves of the tree are my emotions;
dying and falling helplessly and later regrowing and becoming fresh and green
the graves surrounding the tree are old hopes;
ideas and dreams that have been shot down or lost, never to be recovered
the church nearby is faith;
there it stands always; though many ponder it and many cling to it, not all enter
the cars passing by are strangers;
never slowing to think about the many hopes buried in the cemetery, never caring
those who visit the graves are my friends;
they stop and look, hopeful and sympathetic, for they have cemeteries of their own 11/02/1999
Author's Note: a tad melodramatic? but what am I if not melodramatic?
Posted on 09/03/2003 Copyright © 2025 Emily G Myers
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