There was a little cemetery

Hidden back in the woods;

No one seemed to care about it,

Although everybody should.

 

It was all overgrown,

With vines, trees and bushes;

But no one takes the lead,

And no one ever pushes.

 

Important people are buried there,

And others not so well-known;

But you can’t see the headstones,

Because it is so overgrown.

 

But then one day,

Seemingly out of the blue;

A group decides to accept the task,

And see what they could do.

 

They located the old deed,

And had the land surveyed;

They organized a church group,

Preliminary plans were made.

 

They began to rake, mow and dig,

They called their group “Team One;”

They worked and led together,

Just to show what could be done.

 

As they cleared the brush away,

Tombstones began to appear;

And as the cemetery came to life,

You wanted to stop and cheer.

 

All that is needed now,

Is for more folk to get involved;

Then the plight of the cemetery,

Maybe can be resolved.

 

Everyone working together,

Can make it a place to show;

Grandchildren will be very proud,

Of those who helped to make it go.