At first I saw
A mass of crosses and lichen stained Angels
Lambs and tombstones
It was an old burial ground
And walking it took all afternoon
It was quiet, warm and the drone of insects
turned it into a sleepy haven
I stood and read the epitaphs And sadly realized how young they died
I stood where mourners wept and the sad caskets were lowered
The quiet and the simplicity of death -
It washed over me
And I found peace at last.
willow moon pearce
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-graveyard/
