Do not stand at my grave and cry. (Archived)
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
A poem based on my Grandad. He died recently and loved nature. . Submitted by Emily ( 339), age 14
I am not there, I did not die.
When you awake in the mornings hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds circled in flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
I am the gentle autumn rain,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
Emily says: Thanks :D
I have to say I do prefer rhymes but I occasionally give non rhyming a try :D
Sent on Fri 23rd May 14
Matilda says: This is really lovely.
I think that you should experiment with non-rhyming poetry, but the rhymes in this added lovely rhythm.
Sent on Fri 16th May 14
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