I Am Not There

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's 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.

(Author: Unknown to me)

Back Home Bird

I don't remember the Home Birds Song

Because I've been away too long

I'm getting accustomed to the race

Learning to live at the big city pace

But when my mind stops to rest

My heart drifts back to the town I like best

But I can't remember the Home Birds Song

Because my friend, I've been gone too long

I plan to go back there some day

See my old friends, hope I can stay

Do all the things for which my heart longs

And listen once more to the Home Birds Song

(Author: Alvin J. "Butch" Harris Jr.)

(Copyrighted ã Dec. 20, 1999)

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