Today as I stood looking across the marsh the wind was gently
blowing,and the trees were gently swing in the breeze. the water looked
lso beautifull weaving in and out of the many streamlets that wind in
and out of the paths trickling down to the river and out to sea. it is
so peacefull and quiet, only a few remnants remain of the people who
lived their so long ago. A mother sleeps  there with her infant child in
her arms. and a young man who did not make through his youth. the red
brick crypt still stands. forgotten by most,but not by me, because I
alway take the time to say hello and say a prayer for them. and I know
they do not feel forgotten .Sometimes I drop  a flower on their grave. I
do not know if anyone ever visits them,or even knows they are there.They
have been there on Marrington Plantation buried 1828. I have some
literature I will send to someone who could do a better job of sending
it to you than me      Jean 

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