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CINDER MARKER
HERE, ON THE BACK SIDE OF THE HILL.
IS WHERE THE PAUPERS, AND THE NAMELESS, ARE
BURIED STILL.
THE OTHER SIDE IS WHERE THE NICE FOLK ARE PUT
TO REST.
ALL DECKED OUT IN THEIR SUNDAY BEST.
HERE, THEY WERE PLANTED, JUST THE WAY THEY DIED.
NOT A ONE HERE, HAD SOMEONE WHO CAME AND CRIED.
SOME ARE MARKED WITH THE NAME AND DAYS.
A FEW GO BACK TO THE TIME OF THE SLAVES.
THIS ONE, NOBODY KNOWS, IT'S ONLY MARKED WITH A
CINDER BLOCK.
HE WAS FOUND UNDER THE BRIDGE, IN THE WATER AND ROCK.
HE JUMPED TO HIS DEATH, EVERY ONE SUPPOSED.
TWO JOGGERS FOUND HIM, HE WAS BADLY DECOMPOSED.
HE HAD A TINY CAMPER, DOWN AT THE RIVER SAND.
THE CHURCH WOULD GO BY, DROP OFF SOME THINGS, AND
GIVE HIM A HAND.
FOR THE MOST PART, HE JUST LIVED OFF THE LAND.
THEY TRIED TO RUN HIM OFF A LONG TIME AGO.
RAGGED AND DIRTY, AND ROCKS THE KIDS WOULD THROW.
THE HUNTERS WOULD BRING THEIR DOGS IN, AND CHASE
HIM INTO THE HILLS.
USE HIM FOR PRACTICE, TRYING TO MAKE THEIR KILLS.
CHASED UP AND DOWN THE RIVER, FROM VALLEY TO RIDGE.
I UNDERSTAND, WHY HE SOUGHT REFUGE, IN THE BOSOM
OF ST. ALLEN BRIDGE.
THEY DIDN'T BOTHER TO BURY HIM DEEP, AND COVER HIM
WITH STONES.
THE HUNTING DOGS HAD UNCOVERED, SOME OF HIS BONES.
IT MAKES ME CRY, EVERY TIME I COME HERE.
THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ONE, THAT IS OH! SO DEAR.
I'M ASHAMED THAT AROUND HERE I CAN NOT SAY.
YOU SEE, TODAY, IS MINE AND HIS BIRTHDAY.
Paul -- 070396
HERE, ON THE BACK SIDE OF THE HILL.
IS WHERE THE PAUPERS, AND THE NAMELESS, ARE
BURIED STILL.
THE OTHER SIDE IS WHERE THE NICE FOLK ARE PUT
TO REST.
ALL DECKED OUT IN THEIR SUNDAY BEST.
HERE, THEY WERE PLANTED, JUST THE WAY THEY DIED.
NOT A ONE HERE, HAD SOMEONE WHO CAME AND CRIED.
SOME ARE MARKED WITH THE NAME AND DAYS.
A FEW GO BACK TO THE TIME OF THE SLAVES.
THIS ONE, NOBODY KNOWS, IT'S ONLY MARKED WITH A
CINDER BLOCK.
HE WAS FOUND UNDER THE BRIDGE, IN THE WATER AND ROCK.
HE JUMPED TO HIS DEATH, EVERY ONE SUPPOSED.
TWO JOGGERS FOUND HIM, HE WAS BADLY DECOMPOSED.
HE HAD A TINY CAMPER, DOWN AT THE RIVER SAND.
THE CHURCH WOULD GO BY, DROP OFF SOME THINGS, AND
GIVE HIM A HAND.
FOR THE MOST PART, HE JUST LIVED OFF THE LAND.
THEY TRIED TO RUN HIM OFF A LONG TIME AGO.
RAGGED AND DIRTY, AND ROCKS THE KIDS WOULD THROW.
THE HUNTERS WOULD BRING THEIR DOGS IN, AND CHASE
HIM INTO THE HILLS.
USE HIM FOR PRACTICE, TRYING TO MAKE THEIR KILLS.
CHASED UP AND DOWN THE RIVER, FROM VALLEY TO RIDGE.
I UNDERSTAND, WHY HE SOUGHT REFUGE, IN THE BOSOM
OF ST. ALLEN BRIDGE.
THEY DIDN'T BOTHER TO BURY HIM DEEP, AND COVER HIM
WITH STONES.
THE HUNTING DOGS HAD UNCOVERED, SOME OF HIS BONES.
IT MAKES ME CRY, EVERY TIME I COME HERE.
THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ONE, THAT IS OH! SO DEAR.
I'M ASHAMED THAT AROUND HERE I CAN NOT SAY.
YOU SEE, TODAY, IS MINE AND HIS BIRTHDAY.
Paul -- 070396