Poem of an Unknown Soldier

Does your mind take you as the wind, into different directions?

With me, it does so often and today is no exception.

Once again I am in a frame of mind;

far removed from a world full of noise and bother.

And I remember a poem that I hold very dear;

it was written during World War I or II.

















Poem by Unknown Solider -

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep


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.