(12-17-2001 edited 9-6-2015)
She sleeps where none today may go
Amid the forest full of snow;
Relieved from all her cares as such.
The thousands who her teaching touched
Upon the frigid earth are spread;
Though some have joined among the dead.
The teacher stopped, her work is done –
And I remember such a one
As helped me when my way was dark,
Who sleeps, snow-covered, in the park
She sleeps, snow-covered, in
(This was a prose piece in its original conception – Owen)