Come here,
to the cemetery.
Find those lost,
never to be
found.
Find the names of
those who came
before you.
The names engraved on
crumbling stones.
Julia the tree leaves whisper.
Julia the flowers sing.
Died in 1888,
long before me.
Julia the earth calls.
Julia
Statement of Purpose:
In this piece I editted to improve the flow. Some parts had seemed choppy.