Poetry

 First post of summer! An epitaph poem that starts off with a call to the warm summer sun.

Warm summer sun shine kindly here.
Warm southern wind, blog softly here.
Green sod above, lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart, good night,
                                    good night.

Can a gravestone plagiarize? Mark Twain/Samuel Clemens' epitaph for daughter Susy who is buried in Elmira, NY. (Her stone apparently does give credit to the original!)