EPITAPH
EPITAPH
(T. D., 13/3/16)
A shallow trench for one so tall!“Heads down”—no need for that old callBeneath the upturned sod.Safe lies his body, never fret,Behind that crumpled parapet,And over all this wind and wetHis soul sits safe with God.
A shallow trench for one so tall!“Heads down”—no need for that old callBeneath the upturned sod.Safe lies his body, never fret,Behind that crumpled parapet,And over all this wind and wetHis soul sits safe with God.
A shallow trench for one so tall!
“Heads down”—no need for that old call
Beneath the upturned sod.
Safe lies his body, never fret,
Behind that crumpled parapet,
And over all this wind and wet
His soul sits safe with God.