The Graveyard Hill

The Hill,  11"x 16",  oil on paper


On the Ramona Graveyard Hill
by
Virgil Van Dyck

On the Ramona Graveyard Hill
The wind blew and blew
As it did a thousand years ago.

The grass grew tall and there was not a wall
And the wind blew and blew
As it did a thousand years ago.

When I was a small boy on Ramona Graveyard Hill
I could see the longhorn cattle on the prairie
As far as the eye could see.

The buffalo and longhorn cattle are gone
And the wind blew and blew
As it did a thousand years ago

The old man died
And the little girl cried and cried
And the wind blew and blew
As it did a thousand years ago.

I was born in 1912
At the bottom of Graveyard Hill
It seemed a thousand years ago
So bury me on top.

Virgil Van Dyck
2006