You leave me with no alternative than to write a Golden Shovel, Trisha.

I'm going to use the poem Requiem, for two reasons.

One is I love the poetry of Robert Louis Stevenson.

Secondly, the first verse appears on my brother's red wines, (here in Australia) he too a lover of the poet. I hope I can do it justice.

Going back to check the rules first!

Here's the poem for your pleasure.

Under the wide and starry sky,

Dig the grave and let me lie.

Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid 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.