Cemetary Manitou

             

                                  ↩Cemetery Manitou↪

As a buck stared into my eyes in the distance, I saw gravestones. Some with and without wind chimes as I hear the wind making them chime, the beautiful music playing as I also hear the wind rasping through the dead and alive trees.

I was watching the leaves fall off the trees, and  as I look around, I see gravestones with flowers, flags, quotes, and the day they were born and died.

I hear so much that I forget what time it is, because I don’t have my phone or my watch. And
forget what I was writing about because there are so many things that are cool like some of the gravestones had pictures or kids who were my age and died a while ago.

I also hear the footsteps of both bucks, does, and people walking in the old fall leaves that have fallen, with the crunch under them.

And when I walk around to look at the gravestones, I wonder if any of my family knew any of these people, or if I know any of them. I also think, How did these people die? Did they die of age, war, health reasons, someone committing suicide?

 Many things were going on in my mind that I couldn’t even focus on one subject. I see colors and names of all sorts, the sky was blue, and I saw fake red roses too. Suddenly I see three bucks, 4 does, 1 calf, and I got their attention by making deer sounds, and they all stared me in the eye. I think they were trying to talk to me, but I barely even knew what they were saying.

Oh yeah, the name of the cemetery, “Crystal Valley Cemetary.”