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The Old Graveyard
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The Old Graveyard |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
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The Old Graveyard The old graveyard, stares at the ocean alone, A beautiful spot, as any could want for eternity Chester Basin, rest spot by the sea, lighthouse route Once the main highway, now bypassed, awaiting sleep The old graveyard, “No Vacancy” too crowded Someone still puts flowers on my fathers grave an unknown family member that still remembers, Soon they’ll be gone, I’ll lay flowers by their name Across the narrow shore road, a gray weathered dock, I stand and watch the anchored boats, reflecting on life So much has changed but so little is new, a good sign Once ocean people now leisure boaters, salt in the veins My fathers Grave always had white wooden crosses Dates always faded, wood rots every 2 or 3 years I found a small black stone cross, it sits there now Someone ordered, but never claimed it, fate is odd I often visit the old graveyard to say hello Dad James E Haley 1931-1963 at rest, 32 years young Its all I can do, for a father I hardly got to know He was a little wild, so I’m told, too quiet for him here. I sit on that dock, and wonder what I’ll see in my day The new graveyard also sees the ocean, but no boats I kind of like it here, boats with pretty girls come by What more could I ask for, hmmmm their gonna dock. James Parker Haley Aug 8, 2000 |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
All cemeteries are beautiful when you're on top and in the middle. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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