.
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
Unfulfilled…?
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©Denise G Allen, 13 February 2013 05:48
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
13/02/2013 at 6:19 am
Sometimes I wonder about their stories too.
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13/02/2013 at 6:46 am
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.
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13/02/2013 at 6:47 am
it is interesting..i grew up with a graveyard in the backyard…and oft wondered their stories..or made them up….
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13/02/2013 at 9:09 am
It seems as though big consortiums/tia will eventually do all the farming. Youngsters see a brighter future in the cities. Sad.
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13/02/2013 at 8:09 am
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.
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13/02/2013 at 9:10 am
I have always been fascinated by the gravestones with the basic history, birthdate, date of death, and perhaps a quotation.
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13/02/2013 at 6:23 pm
I know I’ve been through some of our old cemeteries and I have been fascinated by some of the expressions chiseled into the headstones.. One of them said something to the effect: ‘Weep not for me, for where you are now I once was and where I am now, you will be.’
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13/02/2013 at 10:05 pm
Nice quote, Jake. Thanks.
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13/02/2013 at 11:31 am
I would hope that most of them had a number of their dreams fulfulled. The magic was there, in the veld, to be found.
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13/02/2013 at 2:43 pm
Yes, I do too. I believe life is what you make of it, Col.
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13/02/2013 at 11:32 am
My two favourite tombstone epitaph?
1. “Too late. You’ve missed me. I was great!”
2. “One day we’ll understand.”
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13/02/2013 at 2:44 pm
The first is my favourite, but the second is the more acceptable to relatives, lol!
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13/02/2013 at 2:34 pm
“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.
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13/02/2013 at 2:46 pm
I think it depends on one’s belief system, Carl…
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13/02/2013 at 2:48 pm
A very poignant poem, adee.
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13/02/2013 at 4:00 pm
I think a number of farms are lying fallow these days, AD. A great pity.
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13/02/2013 at 5:23 pm
I love to read about the lives people have lived.
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13/02/2013 at 10:06 pm
I used to prefer fiction, Jeannie, but now I think I’m beginning to prefer biographies.
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13/02/2013 at 8:07 pm
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:
“Yoshua”
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13/02/2013 at 10:09 pm
And blessings to you, Paul. Graves and disused, run-down farms are a sad indictment of our civilisation.
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14/02/2013 at 12:46 pm
Cemeteries are mysterious and for some reason draw our curiosity. Like the quote, “Weep not for me…”
Blessings ~ Maxi
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14/02/2013 at 1:32 pm
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…
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14/02/2013 at 4:40 pm
This is lovely. When you find these little gravesites, just a few and usually with unreadable stones, you have to wonder…..
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14/02/2013 at 5:25 pm
Usually seen near abansoned farms, Sidey. So sad.
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14/02/2013 at 6:23 pm
The past peeping out of the earth
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14/02/2013 at 6:51 pm
😉
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16/02/2013 at 7:42 am
Dreams short-changed.
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16/02/2013 at 8:36 am
Yes… one wonders…
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