There is a place

not too far away

that is hidden

to the human eye

but where the antelope play.

 

 

A pile of rock,

a headstone, too,

mark the resting place

of a woman

known to very few.

 

Such a lonely place.

The setting is serene

to mark the birth

and the death

and the dash in between.

 

Long forgotten,

nature is reclaiming.

It could be lost

If we neglect

doing any taming.

 

A lonely grave

in a wide open space.

I only hope her life

didn’t reflect

her final resting place.

© 2018 ck’s days

The Quest For Mary