The Stone-laced Field

The Stone-laced Field

When looking 'pon a stone laced field

Pondered I the fate they filled

With flowered vase and banners waved

reminders of the memories saved

Twas birds 'ore head enchanting songs

'ore heads of those once loved, once known

'ore heads of those once young, once old

'ore pictures, dates and stories told

In fields of green they took their shape

both small and great the granite cape

and etched within the fateful date

from cradle birth to great escape

Some held within both known and not

Some rich and poor who held their plot

Those ones who knew and often sought

Those ones who had, and who had not

All worldly things now left behind

for them no other things in mind

but for the One who gave them life

and would be judge of all their strife

Some fenced within the family crest

with labeled bench at foot did rest

'Neath trees above providing shade

'ore captives there both lost and saved

Though birdbath forms and angels wings

draping 'ore the lifeless things

Though praying hands that could not pray

nor words be etched that could not save

Whose dreadful fate now lie beneath

the pearl strung stones from those bequeathed

who yet remain to plot their own

when stone laced field shall be their home

Twas then I thought upon my own

when stone lace field shall be my home

and none shall change the fate I filled

when head lay down in stone laced field