Graveyard

Some people think I'm crazy
For living in the graveyard.
They tell me to go outdoors
And lay down in the sun.
They just don't understand,
Whatever they can't see,
For the rocks that lie in a graveyard,
Are surrounded by lawn and trees.
The sun doesn't forget to shine upon the graveyard,
In fact it's often warm,
To be laying in the graveyard
On beds of dirt and stone.
The sun is setting upon the graveyard,
And on my husband's grave,
Upon the tombstone,
right up there,
a single rose I lay.