Poems

EULOGY FOR A VETERAN

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there I do not sleep,
I am the thousand winds that Blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
When you waken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Author Unknown







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