3/7/05 – The Old Trott Cemetery

Monday Poem – A Year and a Day

The Old Trott Cemetery – 3/7/05

The stones of the old plot are deep in winter’s snow.
Who lies beneath is a mystery though.
They have lived their lives.
They have seen good days
and watched the tides and the sunlight fade.

Their homes, built with no aid of power.
Their hands grew callous and their gardens did flower
with the same small blooms that will open this May.
But their names are lost.

Time scrubbed them away.

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4 Responses

  1. Some people say that water is the universal solvent
    … time does a better job.

  2. With the aid of water, no doubt.

    • Indeed. An interesting thing I’ve discovered is that the stones which have fallen on their faces are almost always better preserved than the ones which stood. When I see one, I’ll pick it up, read it and then place it back in the dirt. It will often survive all its neighbors.

      -TP

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