I Am Not There
by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)
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 glint on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
In memory of “talent scout”, mentor, good friend for years, and media colleague, Roger Layson (April 4, 2011). We will miss you so much.
Wherever Roger is now, I am sure he is loving this tribute you’ve done for him.
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Thank you very much, Blogs.
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