The Cemetery

The painter gazes upward with a weary eye
With a nod to the impending gray and gloomy sky
It sits far beyond the horizon of the Great Plains
Past all the wheat fields filled with tall grains

The nearby herb garden is in total disarray
The crow black as graphite caws steadily away
Access requires trudging through the bramble
Once pristine, it’s now a shameful shamble

Here is where many met their grizzly fate
And now lie silently beyond the iron gate
The cemetery sits solemnly all day and all night
Reminding us our time here is certainly finite

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Linked to Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Poetry Challenge Prompt #47. This week’s theme comes from a poem by Candance Kubinec called “The Painter.” The paint chip words and phrases are bramble, wheat fields, graphite, the Great Plains, grizzly, herb garden, and iron gate.

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