Walking the dog among the old stones.
Thinking about each life.
Names of old….Hanna, Faith, Elmer, Jacob.
John Hamilton “Dad”..that says a lot.
Robertson “Native of Scotland” 1869
and newer arrivals..Robert Vietnam 1971.
I talk to them.
Thank Stanley for his service in WWI.
Fighter pilot Joe in WWII.
Elmer a Doctor died 1868.
Vulture overhead 146 years too late.
Fresh Flowers on old grave
They all breathed the air, felt the wind and the love and the pain.
I ponder my own mortality.
Just like someone who walked here in 1930.
Did they have a dog?
Are they here too?