I stood
At the foot
Of a grave
Shaded by
Lovely birch
On a rolling
Green slope
Overseen by
A church
Painted white
Filled with
History on
Both sides
Of glass panes-
I stood
At the foot
Of a grave
Cradling remains
Of those gone
From this earth
Centuries ago
Memories
Carved
In marble
Beloved
Daughter, wife, mother
Honored
Son, husband, father
I stood
At the grave
Of a poet
My heart touched
By remembrances
Of persons
I have never met
Old Bennington Cemetery 
The Congregational Church
Old Bennington, Vermont
Grave of Robert Frost and family
Piano Girl 
I find graves pretty interesting and touching. There was a life somewhat like ours….
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I agree. Could have spent a whole day in this one.
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I’m up here in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom, the exact opposite corner of this beautiful state, having recently visited the ancient cemetery where I (long ago) scattered my mother’s ashes, reading your wonderful words and smiling. Well done. Thanks.
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Thank you, Ron. ❤️ What a beautiful area. I was visiting family in Massachusetts and loved the history and scenery.
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