The Grove

Written by: Kalen Lewis
7/19/15

As I drove,
Through the grove,
The smell of dill weed,
Filled my nose.

The strange sensations,
Of high-speed winds,
They made my face tingle,
And forget my sins.

The sun was setting,
The golden hour was here,
So I took out my ponytail,
And let down my hair.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Author Unknown

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.

~

Rest In Peace, Kyle.