The yard carries a heavy burden
The iron gates at the entrance are rusted over
Hundreds of stone plaques line the ground
Each at the top of a bald patch in the ground
The yard carries a heavy burden
The souls of ancestors line the entrance
Hundreds of bodies lie in the ground
Each encased in a wood casket
Friends and family bring flowers
They talk about their worries and burdens
They place a picture frame above the plaque
They regret and weep over the past
Friends and family bring flowers
They talk to the soul that lingers
They try to extend the body’s life
Without realizing a part of the soul remains in their heart
They try to bring back the body that died
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.