The Boneyard

The Boneyard is full of decay.

The decay of life and enternity

The decay of stone and Earth

The decay of wood and names

Flesh has gone to dust

Wood has been ground to dust

To the world it is lost

Forgotten to all but a few

Rare in recent memory it remains

No one is there but distant realitives

The only kindness it recieves

Is the gentle Sun's rays

That come through the trees to play

The Rays filter through the leaves

Leaving shadow and light among the green

They dance and swing to show they care

Over stones broken and weathered

Their Idenites forgotten by the living

Their names stolen by time.

Stones have crumbled and toppled

All who lay here lived in an era of harshness and sorrow

A time of much pain and death

Children are lain down before their time

Small stones for them remain

Stones to commerate a life un-lived.

But here even death has died

Enternity is ending

Soon Time will take it all

Time is greedy

Ever taking Plants, Stone, Flesh and Bone

It comes and leaves nothing untouched

It robs us of many things

Liz 09-06-04