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There
is such a sense of peace at this place
This simple little white church
nestled among the Oaks & Cedars
protected by them in this little valley
hidden
miles off the main highway
A winding road leads to this place
where time stands still
and progress is denied
I can almost hear my ancestors speaking
whispering from their graves
Here lies the memories of my youth
marked by the graves of those first settlers
set down in this good soil
the soil they tilled
and tried to make a living on
This simple church and cemetery
holds the DNA of my existence
the bloodline of who I am
the place from where we came
A place too far
but cherished in my memory
I say a prayer of thanks
that it keeps
the memory alive.
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