Ode To Charmie Bayes
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While strolling down a walking path
I came upon a grave,
Where lay the silent bones
of youthful Charmie Bayes.
So aged was the place,
So young the heart
That sadness so soonly faced.
The year was thirty five
When poor Charmie softly died;
At twenty years plus two
She left her life to rest,
She left her life to rest,
Her blossom barely bloom'd,
To lie among the ranks of death,
Her sparkle ever gloom'd.
So rest my dearly Charmie Bayes
Upon this hill where now you lay,
And now and then I'll send a loving thought
To touch you in your grave;
A blessing to my dearly Charmie Bayes,
Who rests with endless Summer days
Watching strollers passing by her grave.
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