Established 1865

Winding wood trails and iron gates.
All the things I learned to hate
Mountain bears, hikes and bends.
Cars abandoned where that road ends.
This was the place they set aside.
Established 1865.
Over hill from old homestead.
Southern ground our northern dead.
This place is sacred to my kin.
I wonder still where I fit in.
At last I found myself to stand
Upon that hallowed plot of land.
To sow my tears and reap resolve.
Above that deafeningly quiet mob.
Once so lively now under stone.
In the end each one alone.