A Collection of Original Poetry by Students of Ladysmith High School

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

A Graveyard ~ Nsiki Gwala

A Graveyard

The dead lie still in
the cold dark earth.
A massive stone marks the dead-
the ghastly, rotting cadavers.
In time, the land is slowly
decorated with similar stones,
while mistletoe grows upon the
ancient oak trees.

There is no life,
no happiness and joy;
only the sorrow, pain and grief
sung by the ominous
dark crow.

© Nsiki Gwala

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Grade 11
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