Graveyards, A Poem by Christine B. Morris

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As of March 12, 2022, my friend Christine B. Morris passed on in her sleep. She ran E.D. Paranormal and was also a member of GRI. We hunted together many times in and around El Dorado County. She was a true professional and a great friend. She is missed.

I found this poem she submitted to my website years ago i(n 2009) that I am featuring here.

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Graveyards

When my soul is restless

And things seem out of line,

I visit an old graveyard

To take a mystical step back in time.

I find the oldest tombstones

Then read the messages there;

I consider what their days had been

And how our lives in ways compare.

We all have lived though heartaches

As well as episodes of fun;

Surviving loss of loved ones,

And rewarded for a job well done.

Sometimes if I’m very still

 I can hear what they have to say

And feel them reaching out to me

Grateful for my momentary stay.

Christine B. © 2009

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Ye blooming youth as you pass by,

Remember you were born to die;

As you are now, so once was I,

As I am now, so you shall be—

Prepared to die and follow me!

by

John Nason, Fryeburg Maine