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Showing posts with label cemeteries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cemeteries. Show all posts
Sunday, October 19, 2014

Elegy

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This autumn finds you removed from anyone who knew. Only the maple is at your mercy; its leaves crunch around the stone with...
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Sunday, November 3, 2013

Et Exspecto

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Resurrection Reunion 2, 1945, by Sir Stanley Spencer The dead await no resurrection. They shed their wide Germanic wings; shrouds...
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Monday, November 7, 2011

Taps

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We crawl like quail In the graveyard Hide dead quiet Behind markers At the foot of the hill Till Larry finishes Taps...
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Friday, October 28, 2011

For Sylvia on her birthday...

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There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one dire...
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Sunday, October 17, 2010

sunday drive

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Since today was a perfectly perfect fall day, we hopped aboard the old green Land Rover and took off for a Sunday drive. We took in a litt...
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Sunday, November 1, 2009

steles

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stele: also ste·la (stē'lə) pl. steles also ste·lae (-lē)  An upright stone marker or slab with an inscribed  or sculptured surface, u...
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