Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Photo Poem “In a Disused Graveyard by Robert Frost & OldSchoolBill"

 The living come with grassy tread
 To read the gravestones on the hill;
 The graveyard draws the living still,
 But never anymore the dead.
 The verses in it say and say:
 "The ones who living come today
 To read the stones and go away
 Tomorrow dead will come to stay."
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
 Yet can't help marking all the time
 How no one dead will seem to come.
 What is it men are shrinking from?
 It would be easy to be clever

 And tell the stones: Men hate to die
I think they would believe the lie.



Pictures taken at the Parish, Florida Cemetery locate down a dirt road on the East side of Hwy 301 marked only by a street sign.  3 u-turns required but well worth it.  The Sandhill Cranes were a delight to spend part of an afternoon with.

4 comments:

J. S. H. Bjerg said...

Beautiful!

Refuge Insomniac said...

What a wonderful collage to enhance a Robert Frost poem. Beautifully done! PS, love the El Camino :-)

Suz said...

oh that was nice
great pairing


if only more could write like Frost
but alas there was only one

Gracetalking said...

This is so lovely, the images and words are beautiful together :)