The Recording of a Cemetery                                   By: Thelma Greene Reagan                                                                                                      Today we walked where others walked 
 On a lonely, windswept hill;                                  Today we talked where others cried                            For loved ones whose lives are stilled.                                                                                      Today our hearts were touched                                 By graves of tiny babies;                                     Snatched from the arms of loving kin,                         In the heartbreak of the ages.                                                                                              Today we saw where the grandparents lay                       In the last sleep of their time;                              Lying under the trees and clouds -                            Their beds kissed by the sun and wind              
                                                               Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;                    Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?                        Was it a babe, child, young or old?
 No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
 We had been here once before
 On a day, we'd all like to forget,
 But will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin
 The graves of ancestors past;
 To be preserved for generations hence,
 A record we hope will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
 For stones sometimes crumble to dust
 And generations of folks yet to come
 Will be grateful for your trust.