Stones Of Granite Poem by Herbert Dry

The day yields to night, the hours of night cover flowers
and stones made of granite with a heavy dew
In the distance the voice of an owl, a Whip-O-Will, frogs calling through the night for a mate to mention only a few

In this garden of flowers and stones made of granite it's quiet
as if someone hung a sign do not disturb
They came here one by one each to their resting place beneath
these stones made of granite engraved with dates, names
and a few other words

The rising sun's rays captured by droplets of water sparkling like
diamonds thrown
Resting here are priceless treasures that many
have known

AS you walk through this garden of flowers and stones made of granite
speak softly you are a guest this is their
home

(August 3,2015)