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"This monument is erected to the memory of Roger Thrall,
Who died the 22nd day of May, 1844;
In the 79th year of his age,"
The gravestone in front of me read.
The stone was tilted to one side
And acid rain has been destroying the top of it.
I have to pull away all the nasty weeds
At the bottom just to see it.
It makes me wonder, though,
How this man died
And what he was like.
His gravestone reminds me of my Uncle John
Who died when he was 19, a sophomore in college,
And my Great Poppop who died when he was 94.
They both died but at different ages than this man
Who died when he was 79.
I feel sad for Roger Thrall's family
But happy for him because he is in heaven with God.
I think God agrees with me
Because it looks like the heavens are shining down upon the stone
And the birds seem to agree, too,
Because of the beautiful songs they are singing.
(Roger Thrall was born in 1765.) |
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