Walter Tobias
Do not stand by my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am a diamond glint on the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, i am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circling flight,I am the soft starshine at night. Do not stand by my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die. (Author Unknown) Walter Tobias (Geritol Swinger)
Monday April 9, 2012 at 3:56 pm