July in the Cemetery

uly, in the cemetery
And it's quiet as the
Ivory white tombstones
Are serene in the sunshine

July, in the cemetery 
And it's warm in the
Summer sunshine, 
The air is full of 

Summer quiet, cemetery
Quiet among the 
Tombstones and 
The statues above 

The graves of the long
Dead- on the highway, 
Nearby the cars pass by
Going other places out 

In the world of the living,
But here, the quiet 
Stays and lingers over
The long dead 

July, in the cemetery
And the sky is blue
And the grass green
As anywhere else 

In the summer season,
And the quiet that lingers
Here is nothing to fear
But something to embrace
In the summer stillness