I was in the cemetery again, this noon Dandelion graves and lost stones Dwelling atop a hidden hill Deep within the pines Not my cemetery Not ancient I laid Upon a certain grave It had my name Amanda One of only two stones with Still visible words Unwashed by Time She was only 17, passing Married, buried With child Baby A long lost to time Child bride Of the 1800's For her to be in that particular cemetery She had to be a soldiers wife Confederate, rebel I mourned her The stone residing next to hers was worn by wind and time A dandelion grave ~A
Cemeteries are a morbid habit of mine. The particular cemetary I speak of here, is called Boot Hill. A civil war cemetery. Amanda's grave was one of very few female graves I've found in war graveyards. Her stone said,"With her child." And indeed, as early as it is in this season, that cemetery was covered with dandelions.