| Garden of Stone |
| As I walk down the pathways and see the green grass blowing gently in the breeze. I look at the names of people carved in marble stone. Names of people from the Civil War to the present are laid here in the garden of stone. At least they are at peace as not with me. But in this garden of stone as I walk along, I do feel a peacefulness for that's where I long to be. |
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