Up A Creek

At the end of a small shallow creek
home to ducks and fishes
its shores wooded and marshy—
There! Looking like granite rocks
moss covered, shaded by tall trees
old gravestones,
grey and weathered, and silent.

Beyond them,
half hidden amid God’s growth
a once magnificent church
brick and solid and imposing
and silent
echo of a time
when this small waterway
was the center of a vibrant community.

Gone, the living have gone
and the land reclaims the dead.

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