The Cemetery

It had been there forever, like so

many deceased.

Years ago the steps crumbled and

fell in disrepair.

Weeds flourished and the retaining

wall was gone.

Below lay the small oil town,

like the wall, the oil too was gone.

A honeybee stung the

child's leg.

Flowers were quickly placed and

the silent spirits watched,

fearing for their resting place.

Letters flowed in,

was there no one who cared?

Fireworks blazed from the surrounding

earth.

The town clock peeled out the hour

and, like a heavenly choir, the church bells

burst forth a melodious tune.

The memorial parade was in remembrance,

never forget.