Fairview

[Written at  Fairview cemetary, Anawan, Il.]

 

 

 

They were farmers while they lived.

Uncounted sunrises and spring plantings.

Uncounted sunsets and harvests.

Lifetimes now frozen in stone,

Set neatly in silent rows.

Like furrows in a new plowed field

Seed waiting for early summer sun.

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