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Old Graveyard
WMP (October 1951 / London, UK)

Old Graveyard

Poem By willow moon pearce

At first I saw
A mass of crosses and lichen stained Angels
Lambs and tombstones

It was an old burial ground
And walking it took all afternoon
It was quiet, warm and the drone of insects
turned it into a sleepy haven

I stood and read the epitaphs And sadly realized how young they died
I stood where mourners wept and the sad caskets were lowered
The quiet and the simplicity of death -
It washed over me
And I found peace at last.

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Comments (4)

the (overall) tone of the poem and the final line seem to be...paradoxical but it makes sense...i cant seem to explain it...i love it! ! ! -warm regards, Dana
I too have found comfort and peace by just sitting on a bench in a graveyard sunny day crows overhead and peace in heart.Thankyou for this Love Duncan
Another great poem! I love the melacholy of it! so well written!
A Peace i long to feel as well, thankyou