The old man sat beneath the tree
And I sat on a stone .
He told me many years ago
They came up here alone .
She asked for him who knew her well .
She was to be his bride .
As we sat , he told their story .
How , in his arms , she died .
He told how she requested him
To let her rest right here .
Then he said , " Please do the same
For my time now is near .
Now turn the stone , so you can read ."
Her name was clear you see .
Twas then he died , and there I placed
His name with Julie Leigh .
Greenwolfe 1962
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