In old long forgotten country graveyards,
The wild grass sways in the gentle breeze,
And the gravestones have seen better days.
There's peace and quiet all around,
The feeling inside of you is growing strong.


To know that the souls that rest here,
Worked so hard to make a living,
Some of them were your ancestors,
Your roots are here and in the land
That your ancestors worked by hand.


To gaze upon their markers,
To realized that you now stand,
where your ancestors once stood
Some many years before.
When times were much tougher.


To know in your heart that if it hadn't been for them
You would not even exist today.
You owe them, oh so very much
But most of all, you owe them for your life;
And the wonderful chance to live it.


Remember them, and respect them.
Find a place in your heart for them,
For it was them that made it possilbe for you
To live the way you do.
And without them, you would not be You.


© Betty Schenk