48 • LEGACY
BY KELLY SANDEL
In deep a woods where no one goes And by a road that no one knows, Near remnants of a church of yore Does sprawl a graveyard, slighted poor. The once-great iron gates now lay All twisted, rusted in decay. The fence that kept a silent watch Is crushed beneath a spreading larch. Ten gnarly oaks surround the place, Their branches cov’ring all the space; Which makes the graveyard dark and weird A site that’s quiet, awed—and feared. The mossy gravestones seem to ail As nothing’s left back in detail. How cock-eyed ’tis it would amaze— But shadows of the olden days. Weeds grow so high they hide it all; Surrounds the region like a wall. No humans come to cause defect, And so’s a graveyard of neglect.
