Oakland Poem/Pic

When we went to Oakland we had to take pictures of different letters that spelled a word to describe what we thought of Oakland Cemetery.  We put the letters together and made it into a word.  Then I had to make a poem involving that word.  Here is my picture and poem:

Oakland Cemetery

Many bodies

Many lives

Lots from war that died

Emotional stones

Lots of graves look as if they were cloned

 Birds flying around like angels

Staring down at coffins

Inside, bodies mangled

Death all around

If you are wondering alone, there is no sound

Old stories and tales all over

Frozen men and women

Big, strong mausoleums 

So tall and beautiful

I could not wait to see them

Potters field directly ahead

Many dead bodies

Not even in a coffin or a bed

Spirits arising and watching us all

Very freaky

Oakland Cemetery’s history is very misty

- Josh Miller