sfoo's poetry thread got me thinking about this.
A friend, actually more like a guy that hung out with the rest of us, in high school submitted the following poem to the high schools yearly poetry book our senior year.
The rest of thought it was plagiarized because his English grades weren't that great and the only books he read were Vietnam fiction.
[center]Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
I am the sky on a bright starry night,
I am the doves in quiet circled flight,
I am my child because he is my seed,
I am in all of my letters you read.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I do not die.[/center]