Wherein the picture is provided by Magpie Tales
and the description,
in verse or in prose, is provided by the participants.
a full tale
of a full life lived and done.
But no one
to be him,
all I can do is try.
Julia, it says here, died in 1858,
in the cold end of November,
perhaps weather caused her fate.
Someone named Wilson loved her,
a husband, a parent, a friend,
who raised this stone above her,
to mark out her place in the end.
But, like her, the stone was broken,
in pieces it shows to us
a little, a fragment, a token
of Julia, now turned to dust.