Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea
And the hunter from the hill.*
T. M. Glover
W. T. Glover with little sister-me
Grandma Glover's WWII era Forget-Me-Not bracelet links
*from poem "Requiem," 1887 by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1895)