Flowers on the Mound
A lone hill stood forlorn There were flowers on a moound Flowers cold and fresh with Hardly anyone around Except for a few folks Under one cold tent And a speaker near the mound Giving words for comfort For those flowers on the mound. I wondered as I passed by What good those flowers did. Were they for the mourners Or the body 'neath the ground? Being of the belief that one Leaves his useless worn out shell And either goes to heaven or to hell, I knew it wasn't for the flowers Nor the body... Sign in to see full entry.