Has anyone seen
Willie?
Tell him he's got a
garden to grow-
And grounds to mow-
He was here a while
ago.
I think he went down
into town;
Said he had some
blades to be ground,
And some nails to
pound---
Before the snow.
He's a busy man you
see-
Always fixing for
you and me;
Says he doesn't want
to get down-
Where he's unable to
get around--
Forever mending
things you know.
The yard looks
untended-the garden
offended-
They long for the
touch of his hands;
The flowers are
sighing-the grape
arbor crying
For him to tie up
it's bands.
Look around, you can
see Bill,
We loved you
Willie-as we do
still-we always
will.
Look to the garden
and you'll see Bill.
Willie so
dear-Willie is
near-Bill is still
here.
On The Death Of Our
Beloved Brother-
August 8/94
Betty C. Danielsİ
Sept. 12/05
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