📓 Poem. Cade Hollow Cemetery
“My hair stands on end in this place out of time…”
In October 2008 my dad told me about a little country cemetery outside my hometown, best reached with a truck. So I drove our beaten up ’89 Chevy through winding dirt roads and caught the cemetery at sunset. I think I wrote this for a poetry class?
Note: I fought the text editor with formatting and had to add periods between stanzas.
Cade Hollow Cemetery (October 2008)
crickets chirp on an
old forlorn plot, in the
small forest clearing where
the gravel road stops.
.
old stone monoliths standing
alone, rise above leaves
and death overgrown
.
a toppled tree stone, a
lost civil war grave, a
place where remembrance
is vile and depraved.
.
a deer scurries hither as
the autumn breeze blows—
no voices are heard: just
letters on stone.
.
my hair stands on end in
this place out of time—
majestic sun setting makes
deaths ruins sublime!
.
this silence eternal, this
peace transcends all, many
sorrows now forgotten
oh! how death equals all!
.
shadows stretch yonder while
a spider creeps by— shattered lime
stone silently speakith ‘hi’
.
but alas i look back to
the temple behind, and
wonder how long left
the sun it will shine?
.
death should be feared and
pray it come not—but times
like this make friendly the plot.
