Legands

I found a few old photos on my computer that once, about three years ago, inspired me to attempt writing a novel. Needless to say it never got finished, and wasn't very good. But, finding this picture reminded me of my fascination with Cemeteries. SO weird. I know. I haven't ever been able to explain it, but something about all the silent history there just inspires me. 

It's not necessarily a fascination with death, don't get me wrong. Death and I have a truce: I don't think about it too hard, and God will get me to the end and I don't have to worry about it. lol. I met death at an early age, but that's another story.

It's the history that I love.

 Across the road from my house is an old cemetery. Not many people are buried there anymore, it's pretty old. the oldest grave I've found is from the late 1800's.  On the other side of my house, across the highway and at the top of a hill in a field, is another one from the civil war. !! major history. Wives, Children, and soldiers that all died in the early to mid 1800's. I often wonder about their lives and loves, victories and heartbreaks. I wish I had some way of knowing. What words of wisdom would they have imparted to me?

Last Summer I went there a few evenings a week and watched the sun set from a perch I found in an ancient three guarding the graves. I wrote this poem on a night like that.

 5-9-10

Here in peaceful serenity
I rest
Feeling the sun slip over goodbye
Behind me
Memories and age old trees
Watching over
Like guardians of time
The ground around me bare
My mind wandering here and there
As i sit on hallowed ground
Old glory beams
From our tri colored emblem
Whippoorwills call and doves coo
Above the ground
Where liberty's cost sleeps
Forever
Vitality has no place
Reality has no space
In this

A graveyard of the past.

 With Greater Love,

~*Anna*~