Epitaph In A Farmer's Field Poem by Laurence Overmire
Epitaph In A Farmer's Field
My life is a sigh
That lingers in the trees
Above my tombstone
The grass grows here
Without ever being shorn
The weeds comfortably entwined
Along the cool edge of marble
The shadows lengthen with
The downing of the sun
To those who chance
Upon these words
Etched in mortal stone
Take a moment to reflect
Listen to the heartbeat stopped
The short time before
Your own coffin is cut.
~ Laurence Overmire
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