At last, we will now end the adventure that began in the field of wheat, a place of growth and ripening, and ended in a place of memories and finality. A place memorializing lives long lived
And lives cut far too short
Lives just reaching the age of spreading wings and taking flight
Lives remembered with grand slabs of engraved marble
Stone stacked upon stone
Or a humble wooden cross
Each marker a reminder of someone lost, someone loved, a life lived long, a life cut short. A life.