One of my favorite poems, with a photo from Kensington Gardens.
Don’t assume conventional epitaphs were without meaning.
A masterwork of the tree-stump genre in Blandford Cemetery.
A Moravian hymn graces the monument of little Luther Campbell in Glenwood Cemetery in Washington, D.C.
I guarantee you will find something to like in this gallery of olde tyme weeping willows.
No Wooden poetry here but pure iambs flowing from the Fawcett: John Fawcett, that is.
Another drab monument that pops with interest when we take a closer look!
Some sizzlin’ iambs from 1878 on the Weide monument. And a lyre!
Stithy Roach! Quel nom!
Come for the charming floral symbolism, stay for a child’s creepy poetic hallucination about the afterlife! It’s like the Oompa loompas make an appearance.