On An Old Country Cemetery

I visited an old country cemetery today Just out of curiosity as I was on my way In my ageing car to a big town by the sea The quaint burial ground seemed interesting to me. Most of the graves there over one hundred years old Poor people whose stories will never be told An unkept graveyard by a scrubby brown hill In a place change had passed as if time there stood still. Their bones for years have not felt the sunshine I thought to myself their fate will be mine The day it will come when the birds I won't hear But of death it is only the fear we do fear. A warm and sunny evening in the late Spring On a blackwood tree a blackbird did sing As I walked to my car with the sun on my face From the ground of the dead in a quiet country place.