<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577478" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Nicest Season For One To Die</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nicest Season for one to die must surely be the Spring<br>When the Parklands wear their Wildflowers and song birds pipe and sing<br>And young birds are chirping in their nests and the sparrows all the day<br>Are busy under the house eaves weaving their nests of hay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I'm not burned to ashes then why not bury me<br>In that old graveyard on the hill preferably by a tree<br>Where in Spring birds will build their nest and sing their songs above where I lay<br>Though what happens to your remains when you are dead doesn't matter some do say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all belong to Mother Nature and to her we must return sometime<br>The reaper takes the young and old and those in their life's<br>prime<br>And since I too must die I hope 'twill be when flowers are in full bloom<br>In the prime of Spring when the air scent sweetly of Nature's own perfume.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bury me in the Graveyard on the hill where peace is to be found<br>Beside a tree where birds nest and sing content in their home ground<br>A quiet place free of man made noise when Spring is in the air<br>In Nature's bosom I will rest beyond any living care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577478" data-title="The Nicest Season For One To Die de Francis Duggan" data-description="The nicest Season for one to die must surely be the Spring When the Parklands wear their Wildflowers and song birds pipe and sing And young birds are chirping in their nests and the sparrows all the day Are busy under the house eaves weaving their..."></div> </div> </div>

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