Michael G. Weston Poet Epitaph

The Dogwood Tree

In the dark of the meadow,
    Under a tall dogwood tree,
    Swinging to and fro,
    Is where you'll find me.

    Silent - not a sound will I make.
    Still - not a breath will I take.
    Asleep - never to awake.

    In the shadow of fate I'm forever hidden,
    Where the light of day is strictly forbidden.

    So if you care to find me,
    This is where I'll be,
    Swinging to and fro,
    Hanging from the dogwood tree...

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