Meet my neighbors. They are friendly ghosts.
They lived a long time ago; they are all from the 1800's.
It is a tiny country cemetery.
Two small rows of graves flank each side of the churchyard.
I look out on them every day.
Clarence always tugs at my heart.
The epitaph is so familiar.
Our Elwood.
4 comments:
you always come up with posts that seem so absolutely perfect for the season - so fun! :) happy halloween!
"our elwood" gulp. thanks for sharing this, holly.
I look at these graves every day and sometimes imagine the people. They seem rather peaceful. "Our Elwood", if you look at the dates, was a child.
You have such a eye for the poetic in the familiar. "Our Elwood" teared me up a bit.
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