Stone flowers growing on a hillside
above my great grandfather's farm.
The history of my town is buried here.
Some of the flowers are tall
most are small - stunted.
Walking among them I come across
old friends and family
Waiting there for me to join them.
above my great grandfather's farm.
The history of my town is buried here.
Some of the flowers are tall
most are small - stunted.
Walking among them I come across
old friends and family
Waiting there for me to join them.
I sometimes wonder if the garden
will run out of space.
Everybody there had a story to tell.
I wonder what it was.
will run out of space.
Everybody there had a story to tell.
I wonder what it was.
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