> > > > > This was sent to me by June Wyatt Lark, a cousin, who received it from > someone on a genealogy list. I thought perhaps some on this list > might enjoy it. Catherine > > To all of us who look for our past.. > > Today we walked where others walked > On a lonely, windswept hill; > Today we talked where others cried > For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled. > > Today our hearts were touched > By graves of tiny babies; > Snatched from the arms of loving kin, > In the heartbreak of the ages. > > Today we saw where grandparents lay > In the last sleep of their time; > Lying under the trees and clouds- > Their beds kissed by the sun and wind. > > Today we wondered about an unmarked spot; > Who lies beneath this hallowed ground? > Was it a babe, child young or old? > No indications could be found. > > Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay. > We had been here once before > On a day we'd all like to forget, > But will remember forever more. > > Today we recorded kith and kin > The graves of ancestors past; > To be preserved for generations hence, > A record we hope will last. > > Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend, > For stones sometimes crumble to dust > And generations of folks yet to come > Will be grateful for your trust. >