Tuesday, November 13, 2012




The graveyard was friendly a welcoming place

A home for the souls, who had finished the race,

The green grass was warm in a tunnel of trees

With leaves like a blanket as they moved in the breeze,

Stones great and little stood all around

With crosses and angels adorning the ground,

As I started to pray to the father above

I knew a feeling of gladness a feeling of love,

I thanked the lord for the gift he had given

As I stood in the graveyard this remnant of heaven


By Sandra J Mack

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