WHO CARES? The faithful few,
Who sees what must be done,
So they know what they must do.
WHO CARES? The ones who can't bear to hear the fear and strife of another's life.
Those buried stories of long ago;
some of which may never see the light.
WHO CARES? He who has had struggles of his own,
And has compassion for those old dry bones.
What's the big deal about a cemetery left neglected and abandoned in the woods?
The fact that those who were put there can't rest in peace.
Their bodies though dead are all covered in bushes . . . and in weeds.
If they were treated in life like we've treated them in death,
Then we should be too ashamed to take another breath.
The breath of life that was given to us at birth.
The breath of life that is required for life here on earth.
The fact that those souls once walked this earth,
Means that someone loved and someone hurt.
This should be reason enough,
To give this cemetery a new birth.
So that its' history can live on in the hearts and minds of us,
Whose lives have been changed by their hope and their trust.
Yes, we are the ones who dare.
Yes, we are the ones,
WE ARE . . .
THE HERITAGE FOUNDATION, INC.
Charlie N. Rascoe
Director of Operations
Lisa Martin Sanders
Beatrice Heck Adams
Director of Administration
Poem by Lisa Martin Sanders
The Heritage Foundation, Inc.
Copyright © The Heritage Foundation, Inc., 2013
All rights reserved
Cemetery pictures by Beatrice Heck Adams:
Black Heritage Community Cemetery and White Oak Cemetery
Sanford, North Carolina