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TODAY WE WALK WHERE OTHERS WALKED
ON A LONELY WINDSWEPT HILL
TODAY WE TALK WHERE OTHERS CRIED
FOR LOVED ONES WHOSE LIVES ARE STILLED.
TODAY ARE HEARTS ARE TOUCHED
BY GRAVES OF THOSE WE LOVE
SNATCHED FROM THE ARMS OF LOVING KIN
TO OUR HEAVENLY FATHER ABOVE.
TODAY WE SEE WHERE OUR ANCESTORS LAY
IN THE LAST SLEEP OFTHEIR TIME,
LYING UNDER THE TREES AND CLOUDS,
YOUR FAMILY AND MINES'.
TODAY WE RECORD FOR OUR KIN
THE GRAVES OF ANCESTORS PAST;
TO BE PRESERVED FOR GENERATIONS HENCE,
A RECORD WE HOPE WILL LAST.
CHERISH IT MY KIN; PRESERVE IT, MY KIN
FOR STONES SOMETIMES CRUMBLE TO DUST,
AND GENERATIONS OF FOLKS YET TO COME
WILL BE GRATEFUL FOR OUR TRUST.
- DIANTHA AYTES -
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