Friday, April 24, 2009
Dead Trees at Nolin Cemetery
There is a small cemetery not far from my house that I pass while riding my bicycle. I find it to be a very inspirational rest stop, and will often stop to explore the names, dates, and tombstones marking the distant deceased. Directly across the road, I have found even more inspiration in the row of dead trees at the edge of a cornfield. The trees have long ago been cut, but the trunks were left standing as a testament to their tenacity. Notice how over the years the tree pushed through the wire fence meant to hold them in. See how they have engulfed the barrier, and the fantastic character that was created due to the incessant will to grow and flourish. The trees are now dead, and have been bleached and weathered by the elements.
I imagine the hollow trunks moaning a chorus on a dark, cold night as a skiff of clouds hides the Autumn moon. A mournful song of despair, serenading the souls buried deep just across the road.
Posted by Dave the Dead at 3:55 PM