Indian Prayer Do not stand on my grave and weep, I am not there I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand on my grave and cry, I am not there I did not die.

Joan passed away October 21, 2001 after a long battle with cancer. She selected the Indian Prayer to be on her remberence cards. The following are a few of her favorite pictures she selected to be displayed.

Brandywine Falls

September, 1998

Hemeracallis

1997

Rose & Bud at Schefly Gardens 1998

Butterfly on flowers.

Butterfly World, 1998