There's something about graveyards, there always quiet, and they always have that sense of death about them. I thought this was a really good poem, and the rhyme gave it a good flow. Just one little word didn't go as well as it could though; "and faded faces" it's the 's' on the end of that. I don't know why, but that word disrupted the flow for me, and I know it was the 's' that did that. But that's just one small thing. I liked this poem and what it told of a graveyard, and it is true in it's words. I liked how there was a focus on those unknown, I think it was a good aspect to take.

This makes me think.