Can
you hear it in the wind
the voice of time come back again,
here in this place where it stands still
lay stories of old Ammannsville
For here among these old tombstones
lie the remains of family bones,
who rest in long and solemn rows
and keep the stories of the old
What if they once again could rise
could talk to us to our surprise,
what answers would at last unfold
what stories could at last be told
The history of this lonely place
lies just behind the graveyard gate,
the haunting peal of St.John's bell
begs questions from old Ammannsville
Oh, how we wish that we could ask
and question those who knew the past,
whose answers sadly lost, weren't saved
are now forever in these graves
This place knows more than it will tell
its secrets lie in those who dwell,
but time is buried, won't reveal
the stories of old Ammannsville.
© d.knape
September
10, 2013
"Once Upon A Line" by d.knape
See Ammannsville,
Texas
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