Walking Through St. Paul’s Churchyard in Manhattan

The rain and wind attacked the stones
That marked where George and Sarah rest.
Somewhere their flesh and fragile bones
Decayed.  The gravestones did their best
To let us know who’s lying where,
But weather wore their faces bare.
These markers still have much to tell:
The chapel stood when towers fell.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone. View all posts by Frank Hubeny