Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I lay me down with a will.
This be the verse you ‘grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor; home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Robert Louis Stevenson. 1850 – 1894.
This week, Ailsa suggested we do something a little different; combine a favourite poem with a fitting photo. My photograph was taken at the Montmartre Cemetery, 2010. Ailsa’s travel theme is ‘poetry’ and here is her link