There is an old abandoned graveyard on a small hill sandwiched between a backroad to the grocery store, and some railroad tracks that I have not seen used since moving here.
The epitaph is not spaced well--the words run on to the next line with no hyphens or regards to division of words.
It reads: "Jackson Holback
Others, not so much so.
Some cannot be read at all.
There are soldiers
And simple markers.
I wonder about this woman:
Surely she isn't still alive. Was there no family member left to carve her date of death on this stone?
I left this small, all-but-forgotten cemetery