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Grant Fries

Funeral

Oh graveyard
With your sacred tombs

With steep hills that bleed roses
And with bright yellow dandelions
Bursting from the verdant emerald grass
That contrasts against the dark void of the asphalt
With tall trees topped in green to complement the gray aging stone

With an atmosphere tasting old and sad
As though a thousand ancient men
Are mourning the loss of their beloved
But it is as fresh as the tears you bring
And laced with burning clear memories

I implore you
When you receive them
Hold them dear
Keep them safe
And when I return
To visit their memory
I will stand here and smile

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]