Season's RequiemSeason’s Requiem By Stephanie WilliamsSeason's Requiem
In memory of Grandpa Harold “Charlie” Smith 7/14/1924-12/28/2006
Oh servants, tillers of the land, Whom hold the nation in their hands. Bow your head and weep with me. For the angel of death hath carried off a brother of thee. He came to this world just like us. Comprised of flesh, bone and dust. He was brought close to the land at a young age And, thus through time, he remained a farmer, the soil’s magical sage. He worked that farm from dawn to dusk, milking and earning the cattle’s trust. &nbs
Devious Journal Entry
Yearning
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