Morning at the Cemetery
MORNING AT THE CEMETERY
WEATHERED TREE REACHING
ONE SHADOW TALKING IN MUTE
THE GROUND IS HOLY
I FEEL HIS VOICE BECKON ME
HERE MOTHER REST ME HERE
A THOUSAND DIM DAYS
TWO SHADOWS TALKING IN MUTE
THE GROUND IS HOLY
I KNOW MOTHER BE AT PEACE
I WILL KEEP WATCH OVER HIM
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