I shall choose to lie down
Beside Anna Harris,
A poet and writer who
Died far too young.
A bench and a garden
And two trees above you;
They’ve tended your new grave with love.
Though we never have met
I shall lie down beside you;
Will you know of me there
For the next thousand years?
Those fir’s roots will find us
Recycling our atoms;
Grand trees together o’er looking the bay..
