Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Poem: 'Gravestones in the Grass' by Steven Michael Pape

'Gravestones in the Grass'
By Steven Michael Pape, 19 September 2011 at 19:16

Underneath the underpass
There lies a crooked path
Overgrown with waist high weeds
Gravestones in the grass.
Some where removed
To make way for the road
Others left where they stood
Barren, stark and cold.
Gothic beauty hardly seen
With ancient souls below
The undisturbed marble
A place for grass to grow.
Those that where removed
Are said to haunt this place
Scaring lonely dog walkers
And the oblivious human race.
If you ever walk under here
Passing the high bridge
Take a minute, spare a thought
For those that once did live.

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