The Mountain Laurel
on her wedding day
the lovely Claire
wore Laurel blossoms
entwined in her hair
fifty Springs and more
a ring as a token
worn with dedication
for a love unbroken
until one soulful day
the angels came
to my darling Claire
for theirs to claim
fairest of flowers
the Mountain Laurel
no fairer than Claire
angel now immortal
cry out my aching soul
could I but awaken
my beautiful love
that heaven has taken
and my faith shaken
with heart now broken
for my departed love
and the life now stolen
and feeling forsaken
I honor her request
with a Laurel wreath
placed upon her breast