God's Precious Half Acre

God's Precious Half Acre

On a knoll west of town, the angels stand guard

As a few rest in peace, in a lonely graveyard

Two miles west of Odessa, and south a half mile

Lies this desolate cemetary, by itself - in exile

Cordoned off by a fence, wire darkened with rust

Along an old gravel road, whirlwinds kick up the dust

Abandoned, deserted, like a young orphan child

Unwanted, neglected - vegetation grows wild

But - this small humble plot, with natural disguise

Has a very rare beauty - for those who have eyes

Covered with carpet, you can't buy in a store

Smothered with colors - of wild flowers ga...