[Douglas G. Brown]

Winter has really dragged on in my neck of the woods; The last of the ice went out on Sanborn Pond last night, but there is still some patches of on snow on the shaded roadsides.

While splitting up some more firewood for the camp where I have spent winter, I came up with what I will dub Poetic Auto-Epitaphs.

Ill start the ball rolling with one for Edna St. Vincent Millay, a local lady who did good until an untimely gravity induced demise;

I burned my candle at both ends
As others have burned theirs;
Alas, I met my doom, my friends,
By falling down the stairs.