Thank you for this poem. It reminds me of so many old cemeteries I have
come across and walked in, even though I knew no one who was buried there.
They are such a rich heritage.
Virginia Morris Brown
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I was given this poem by the Henry County Historical Society.
Margaret Bruner was a local Henry County Poet.
I thought this appropriate for this time of the year(Decoration Day.)
Old Cemeteries
Margaret B. Bruner
One comes upon them where the hill roads wind.
Their quaint old headstones slant in disarray
As if they too, were tired and longed to lay
Deep in the earth, oblivious and resigned.
Yet something here relieves and soothes the mind
Grown tense by crowding too much in a day,
And it is well sometimes to muse and stray
Where dreamless sleep and peace are intertwined.
Their quiet sanctity is never marred
By sounds of mowers or shears,
For no one comes to hinder or retard
The grass and vines -- no caretaker appears,
Enshrined I keep them, each a hallowed spot
Remembered by the Gods; by man, forgot.
UEB
WWW.HCGS.NET
As I walk the trail of life, in the fear of the wind and rain,
Grant O' Great Spirit that I may always walk like a man.
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