The Death of August Derleth (2) (1909-1971)
Wisconsin winds are chill:
Hawk and whippoorwill
Are mourning in the skies
When their poet dies.
And at the Lonesome Place
Spirits fill the space
With whispers on the breeze
Billowing the trees.
Wisconsin winds will blow
Summers into snow,
But winds of Fame will sing
Evening in Spring.
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