North Lawn Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

I find myself encamped on the North lawn of Graceland. The peregrine mourners line the inclined footpath of willow oak and American elm. The squirrels gambol about the muddy pasture. A child raises his eyes acknowledging a morning dove. Tree moss tear from its fieldstone walls, green and fervent as an awakening spring. The crowd chants "Amazing Grace " as an opulent cloud makes way for a rising sun that welcomes Lisa Marie to her fathers bosom. And so I wrote January 22,2023 from Memphis, Tennessee dedicated to the Collective heart that follow that dream of burning love.