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Writer's pictureEdward Riederich

Cemetery Walk

Updated: Jul 28

(A visit to a dead church)


All around I see the beautiful flowers

But in its beauty there is no life power

Tombstones do not tell the whole tale

I glance at them as I walk the trail


A place of beauty but has lost its wonder

As the people lie six feet under

In the cemetery you may find it strange

But year after year nothing will change


One thing you can know without a doubt

The people won't move, they won't step out 

You can play some music and take that chance

But guaranteed here the people won't dance


I hear the bird, I feel the breeze

The branches sway up in the trees

A butterfly emerges from its cocoon

But not one person here rises from their tomb


One can speak, it doesn't matter what is said

Those that call it home still remain dead

I will visit and I can hear the talk

And through this graveyard I will take a walk


Among the graves I might freely roam

But in no way will this ever be my home


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