Cemetery Angels, in July

Cemetery angels in July
Watch the clouds 
Passing by under the
Sunshine falling on 

Their white stone- wings
And wondering about 
The dead beyond these
Things, beyond these

Troubles that torment us
They have peace instead
And no wanderlust, they
Are at rest, just dust

The cemetery angels
Made of stone may
Seem all alone in
Their beauty and 

Tragedy so far from
The reality just down
The street of troubles
Never over the earth

Is Forever this way
All the world over
But the cemetery 
Angels with the quiet

And peace and the
Green July grass 
Year after year 
Are forever past
The problems of this
Year, and the 
Problems of last