Looking For A Poem
(10/28/2005 11:05:00 AM)
I dont know if this helps but it helped me when I heard it
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a 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 awaken in the morning's 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.
Mary E. Frye
Comment of the Day
- A very well constructed poem with perfect rhyming beautifully written