The living come with grassy treadTo read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never any more 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
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.
In a Disused Graveyard-Robert Frost
Please visit Skywatch Friday for more fabulous photographs from throughout the world. Photographed at Godwin Cemetary, Fincastle,Virginia-December 6, 2008 in the howling wind and bitter cold. I laid on the grass to take this shot through the gravestone. The tree in the picture is over two hundred years old.
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