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Old, faded, worn
In so many ways, forgotten
But so alive with spring
A reminder, life after death
One of Cleveland’s first real cemeteries
For so long
overtaken by the growing city
Now engulfed by the dying city
One hundred and fifty years ago
green fields, wildflowers all about
Now boarded up buildings
and pot-holed streets on its perimeter
Pink magnolias, flowering white dogwoods in full bloom
Even the dead weep at their sight
The elms, nearly gone, but stately oaks and sycamores stand tall
in the sweet mid-afternoon breeze
Death seems so temporary on such a spring day
Like the thin disappearing clouds
streaming across the bright blue sky
Like the faded names on the grave stones
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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Kai: Thanks. It is a very beautiful cemetery.
beautiful
Dan: Thanks. I actually like the picture better.
Almost don’t need a picture. Your words convey it so well. Thanks!