Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn’s rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.

I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Fyre

For Dawn, Colin, Daniel, Dave and Nigel, we will miss you.

The Skedaddle Team.