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Greenleaf Creek just below the old cemetery
I was inspired to write this poem after I found the old McCracken cemetery. I do hope you have seen my explorings of it and the pictures of the old gate hinge remains. I found myself wondering where the spots were in the ground at this old cemetery. One of my elderly cousins told me my grandma and grandpa Sanders was buried just inside the gate and to the right, which would have been South. The gate was on the West side and Greenleaf creek made a bend near the old cemetery.
McCracken Cemetery 

What do you hold...
Still deep in the ground...
Memories of loved ones...
Whose lives did abound...

All living around...
Near big Greenleaf creek...
How often I wish...
I could hear them speak...

Of a different life...
In years gone by...
How good it would be...
I think with a sigh...

I found you today...
I guess in a sense..
Found old rusted hinges...
and part of a fence...

Holes that were dug...
Along time ago..
Moving the cemetery...
That was said had to go..

I found a small grave...
Somehow overlooked...
High on a bank...
Above a small brook...

That ran into Greenleaf...
Creek at the bend...
I wondered perhaps...
Some of my kin...

I'd heard Aunt Moot...
Tell of the days...
When ones that were left...
Still in the graves...

High on the bank...
Right by the creek...
Babies were buried...
So precious and meek...

Some were not moved...
Along with the rest...
Somehow I feel...
That maybe 'twas best...

I've looked for you...
Cemetery of old...
Name of McCracken...
Is what I was told...

December Ninety Seven...
Found at last...
A piece of the puzzle...
Now fits in my past...

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