Ancestors Poem by Richard Netherland Cook

I walk among the dead long gone,
Near granite stones so quiet and still,
Searching for the ones I've never known,
Loved ones wishes to fulfill.

They have passed into the quiet land,
Where all must someday be,
And from the depths of earthen soil,
They whisper sweet to me.

Shadow voices, softly calling,
Among the stones I stop to hear,
Stories from the darkened depths,
To my ears so sweet and clear.

Come and take a look at me,
I have been here so all alone.
Hoping someone would remember,
My name here on this stone.

We are the memories that we hope,
You will pass to others too,
So those who come behind will be,
Forever linked to you.

A gentle breeze blows over,
The stones that inscribe each name,
And whispers in a silent voice,
We are so glad you came.