Where dead people lay there is life to be found <br />On the graves and the headstones ants crawling around <br />And birds chirp and sing on the cemetery trees <br />Their notes seem to carry in the freshening breeze <br />That blows from the sea up through the coastal town <br />In day's fading light just before sundown <br />And life does go on where dead people lay <br />And day follows night and night follows day <br />And the Seasons they come and the Seasons they go <br />And on the roadway by the cemetery cars and trucks buzz to and fro <br />And as darkness descends on the quiet cemetery <br />Life it does go on in the town by the sea <br />And the boobook's voice can be heard in the moonlight <br />Where the dead people lay in the still of the night.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-dead-people-lay/
