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.