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Gravestones scattered in the veld,

Lying on the hard dry earth,

Lost in the sands of time.

Was this their land of birth

Or did they come from a distant clime

With promises of an easy life,

A tropical paradise



©Denise G Allen, 13 February 2013 05:48

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

28 thoughts on “Forlorn

  1. Sometimes I wonder about their stories too.


    • When I see things like this, and old ruined farmhouses, I can’t help wondering whether these families have reached the end of the line or if there are any relatives left and where they are.


  2. it is interesting..i grew up with a graveyard in the backyard…and oft wondered their stories..or made them up….


  3. There is history in the graveyard,
    and if only they could say.
    They’d tell us all of life back then,
    back in those good old days.


  4. I would hope that most of them had a number of their dreams fulfulled. The magic was there, in the veld, to be found.


  5. My two favourite tombstone epitaph?

    1. “Too late. You’ve missed me. I was great!”

    2. “One day we’ll understand.”


  6. “Forgotten by the sands of time.” Such is the way for even metaphoric immortality. When I reflect on such thoughts I am angered because I feel all of humanity gets devalued and cheated.


  7. A very poignant poem, adee.


  8. I love to read about the lives people have lived.


  9. Great prose to inspire ponder…
    I know your inspiration to write it had nothing to do with the gloomy
    vision crossing the theater of my mind as I read it. Visions of standards, freedoms, values, and God given rights,one by one being put to death, and laid to waste, beside unvisited graves of the once great Nations who forgot to instill them.
    Thank God
    There is one Hope…
    Bless You in the wonderful name of:


  10. Cemeteries are mysterious and for some reason draw our curiosity. Like the quote, “Weep not for me…”
    Blessings ~ Maxi


    • They do have an atmosphere of their own I think. When I was a child a friend and I used to ride our bikes along the narrow paths in a very big cemetery. Adore that poem…


  11. This is lovely. When you find these little gravesites, just a few and usually with unreadable stones, you have to wonder…..


  12. Dreams short-changed.


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