In this garden dead things grow
Around me where I stand
Rusty tools and leaves collect
Everywhere on the ground

Each flower plot abandoned
The weeds have overrun
The fence with peeling paint now rests
Upon the broken stone

A frozen cherub watching
Emerald moss creeps at its feet
And ivy twining all about
Obscures what’s chiseled on the stone

My hands brush back the clutter
Discovering a date
An infant lies here sleeping
Sighing - rest in peace

A place once lovingly tended
Now mourning fills this spot
One hundred years have all flown by
Every soul has been forgotten

A broken trellis and a bench
Now covered with debris
Who sat, who watched, who waited
Beneath this shading tree.

Garden Plot
By: LeeAnne Lepak