Over the weekend I had the opportunity to walk through a very old graveyard that had stones that have stood since the 1700s. I took photos and will have a haiga on Sunday, but for today, a simple haiku:
I am fascinated by the stories in cemeteries. My mother and I spent hours searching for family in many cemeteries. On a side note - did the swap poem arrive?
I just went looking for it on last Friday's post, and it's not there! I apologize, but I really did post a comment. Maybe I forgot to click on the "publish" button. I know that has happened to me before. I asked, in the phantom comment, if I could have permission to use your poem in a poem swap post I'm doing on August 22. Can I have your permission, please?
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A lot to think about for so few words.
ReplyDeleteIt is always interesting to try to read the story behind the minimal information found on a gravestone. I guess it's the same with a haiku.
DeleteI love old cemeteries! Thanks for capturing the magical feeling of being there.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Keri. I, too, love old graveyards; if it hadn't been so full of mosquitoes, I might have stayed longer.
DeleteI am fascinated by the stories in cemeteries. My mother and I spent hours searching for family in many cemeteries.
ReplyDeleteOn a side note - did the swap poem arrive?
Yes, it did, Donna! I left a comment on your blog because I didn't have your email address. It is fabulous! Many thanks!
DeleteI just went looking for it on last Friday's post, and it's not there! I apologize, but I really did post a comment. Maybe I forgot to click on the "publish" button. I know that has happened to me before. I asked, in the phantom comment, if I could have permission to use your poem in a poem swap post I'm doing on August 22. Can I have your permission, please?
DeleteSure, that would be fine. (I've lost comments like that before! Hate that!)
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