A night flight in
About those resting places. As I mentioned on my friend morningafter7s post concernin' some of the brighter aspects of your neighborhood grave yards. Here at my neck of the woods there are quite a number of them. All kinds of 'em too. It's the really old ones that kinda get one to gaze at a little curiously and wonder of. Here we have on our side of those classic black wrought iron fenches. All the doin's of the living. The walkin' or just strolling to and fro. The back and forth of cars and people. The comin' and goin' of all walks of life on the way to or from somewhere of the everyday. On the other side things are quite different.
First of all. It's pretty quiet in there. Almost as if bein' on that side you wouldn't hear or see how life passes by on this side. That's especially so the deeper in you go. I supose that's how it is and perhaps should be for those that inhabit the grounds of the place. Like us on this side of the fence. In all our walks of life. There too be all walks of death. Who have arrived at the end of their journey. While we out here. Physically speakin' of course. Just continue to inexorably travel along ours. Casually and/or oblivious as to our own final destination. For me they happen to be quite a bit more than what meets ones eye. Dare I say playground?
I happen to know of four lads nearly a lifetime ago now who made good use of passin' the day away in such silernt playgrounds of the dead. I say playgrounds 'cause that's what they did in there. They played. All were well steeped in the Tom Sawyer/Huck Finn phaze of boyhood. They played army, climbed threes but mostly wander all about the place playin' in fact actually be explorers. Many a time one or more would yell out "GREEN BELLIES". Witch in turn would get them all runnin' for all their worth. Green Bellies were the grounds keepers in green uniforms. Who didn't really give a shit about us all that much but would yell at us to get the hell outta here. They never gave chase but that didn't matter to us. We just ran like hell anyway as if they were or about to.
Well like I said they had their favorite places to go and hang about at in these cemetaries. Oh sorry, did I forget to mention there were a lot of cemetaries around that area to choose from? Well there were and there was a little something special in each one of 'em. Bein' of different faiths and ages and size. Among other things like abandoned tool sheds deep inside the interior. That they jumped off of into gaint leaf piles. Ala jumpin' in hay stakes. And that's how they spent a summer's day among a hand full of other adventures. Mostly far from home witch added a dangerous touch to things. Especially some of the other places we'd venture off to as well as the route we had to walk along to get to these mostly 'Keep Out' places.
That bein' said, and the fact that they had their pick of any one to go knockin' about in. Caution be danmed. Their was one they never did take on. Oh they sure thought about it. They even set out to do so once or twice. But would get to some part of that wrought iron fench where they could slip in on the sly. Only to stop a few steps inside before one or more would have a change of heart. One in particular would want to go on and try to get the others not to punk out but to no avail. Because like I mentioned in my friends post. This one was part very old and a large part very gothic. Classic gothic at that. With statues of angels with big wings high up on some pedestals with other figures and what not all about. Not to mention elaborate crypts in various stages of decline and over growth. All very densely arranged. Witch made it easy to imagin or in our case feel that in this place we wouldn't be the only ones roamin' about. Even in the bright of day. It just didn't seem to be as bright inside as it was outside. And that was enough to send these boys off on some other expedition. And to this day I can still see why.
Now like I said. This was a just about a lifetime ago that these lads of ten and nine year olds journyed off to places far and beyond. And there was quite a number of them as well as the risky biz along the way to as well as at the places themselves. To date there be just one of that group adventurers still on this side of a wrought iron feance. Who still at times when by chance if he may be walkin' or drivin' by any one of these cemetaries on his way to or from his everyday. That he can't help but think of and in turn see his buddies who now reside on the otherside runnin' about. And wonders if by chance if he may meet up with them in his own after here and if they just might venture from in there to romp about out here for a spell. If for nothing else. Just for the hell of it. Ya know what I mean.
Well knowin' them boys the way this Black Bird does. I'd have to say. If there is a way they could. Then they surely would. You could bet your life on it.
And so it was and so is and so it may be
We'll just have to wait and see
And with that I just wish to say
On this high and bright cheerful Sunday
I must for now bid you adieu
And I sincerly thank all of you
For wingin' along with me out here
On these night flights far and near
And till this here and now ends
Wing on me like feathered friends
Luv Black Bird