Seven Syllable Poem

Hello everyone!

I haven't made a post in awhile because I've been busy with school. I have a class called Form of Poetry where we write form poetry. Here's a poem that's seven syllables to each line, even the title is seven syllables:

How The Dead Roll In Their Graves

A cemetery basked
in early morning light stands
alone and eager for the
day to begin. The dead clutch
to their caskets. And I walk
this dirt path in search of the
one tombstone to open my
mind. I will rub my skin on
the cold stone, feel the raw
inscription begging to be
read. The dead roll carefully.

Writing form poetry is harder than it seems. I've also written a poem in iambic pentameter which I might post later.
Enjoy! And please post comments, they are welcomed.

Sarah