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.