Tree Epitaph Poems

A joy it is to see
planted in his honor
A Memorial Tree
Roots, memories of Milton
and a kind act for the ecosystem
Forget-Me-Nots shall be written
by your poetry...

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God this is your letter
 these are your words
 these those words 
you whisper for words 
To share with my brother's
And my sister's 
Anointed to...

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Here lies Molly Ferguson St. Marie
She fell out of a big oak tree
Landed on her head
And soon she was dead
It was her last tom-boy spree.

Written...

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Here lies old Ethel Mae McMurtrey
She fell while trimming a pine tree
The mortician removed the needles
From prickly Ethel Mae McMurtrey

Written March 20, 2022...

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Please Don’t Forget Me.
.
When I slumber and breathe no more
And the sun no longer shines upon me
My bones laid to rest 
Under idle peaceful ground
Within...

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If I died today March 2nd, 2020...?

No matter unfulfilled dreams never came true,
nevertheless yours truly doth gladly bid adieu,
where repurposed afterlife (mine) atomic brew
reconfigured, reconstituted,...

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Rest in pieces Johnny Speed,
You pressed down on the gas;
Hit a tree while sliding on grass,
The speed limit you did not heed.


_______________________________
November...

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I need to pick a money tree
But had no clue where it could be
So you in the sky
Tell everyone why
You made the quest too hard...

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He lies in peace beneath this tree

where death by shock came suddenly.

That thunderbolt struck Uncle Tom-

he faced the storm before the calm.


April 16, 2019

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Rest in pieces Johnny Speed,
You pressed down on the gas;
Hit a tree while sliding on grass,
The speed limit you did not heed.

~*~


_______________________________
September 17, 2018


Poetry/Epitaph/Funny/Rest...

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Walter B. Canfield
1872-1914

It is in my best interest indeed,
Now that my name is about to be called,
To come forth to the White Throne,
To make confession,...

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Clementine Lyon
1917-1918

Little does anyone remember,
That when the wee little birth door opens,
And the first light blindingly shines through,
Death is standing there, 
Laughing,
With his sticky net...

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Cyrus Neff
1842-1914

You will never find me and the missus, 
Not back here amongst the roots and the scrubs!
We are among the forgotten dead of Mt....

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Frank Lane

1877-1913

RS was my best friend,

A friend ever to the end.

Together we footed and mounted 

The pliant limbs of the Hybrid Tree

On County Road,

And wetfully...

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Poem 4

Olive Rabedew

1895-1911

Trudy and I both knew

Both knew and experienced

The voracious vertigo of secret love.

Homework was done together

In the soft lamplight 

Of crisp autumn nights.

Plaid...

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