Shadows

Present and past collide in stone and shadows

on graves of the long dead unknown

their lives a mystery, ours a work in progress

here they sleep in anonymity, names forgotten

and pasts lost to time and progress.

Who were they? Where were they going?

Who missed them and mourned?

No answers rise from the grassy mound

and so I turn and leave them to their rest

as the shadow of their past follows me.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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One Response to Shadows

  1. Libby says:

    Beautiful and very thought-provoking.

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