This is for the Warden of Graves. |
| Grave Warden Serving the five places that I soo love. I choose to become their number one slave. Under the banner of a flying dove. I am the Warden of the many grave. It is their memories I wish to save. Their names to be blasted into granite. The thing that its wonderful, patrons gave, In that beautiful place on our planet. I will honor my feeling with sonnet. I'm living my life on the cusp of change. When they need, I am sure to be on it. Working within spaces of lots and range. I greet families, help with unity. They be received with respect, dignity. (Spenserian) |