I had a poem JW suposedly read at John Ford's funeral but I have sadly misplaced it.

Can anyone tell me where I can find it? please! I would like to keep it and have it read at my own demise.

Anyone who knows could you please email me the link to dev.devney@tiscali.co.uk thank you all

Well well well looks like this one has stumped you all and I thought for sure you would all be able to help. Shame on you all!

If it is the one that says something to the effect.....
DON"T LOOK FOR ME THERE...........
so on so forth
I AM IN THE WIND THAT BLOWS.......

or something like that

You should be able to find it at your local funeral home.
I know I have seen it on memorial cards at one of the local ones. Caught my eye right away.

Rick

Dev;
Let me know if this is the poem you inquired about!


The United States themselves are essentialy the greatest
poem . . . the genius of the United States is not best or
most in its executives or legislatures, not in its ambas-
sadors or authors or colleges or churches or parlors, nor
even in its newspapers or inventors . . . but always most in
the common people. Their manners speech dress friend-
ships-- the freshness and candor of their physiognomy--
the picturesque looseness of their carriage . . . their
deathless attachment to freedom-- their aversion to any-
thing indecorous or soft or mean . . . the fierceness of
their roused resentment-- their curiousity and welcome of
novelty-- their self - esteem and wonderful sympathy--
their susceptibility to a slight -- the air they have of per-
sons who never knew how it felt to stand in the precense
of their superiors-- the fluency of their speech -- their de-
light in music, the sure symptom of manly tenderness and
native elegance of soul . . . their good temper and open-
handedness . . . these too are unrhymed poetry. It awaits
the gigantic and generous treatment worthy of them.

Regards
Ethan

Is it possible that you are looking for the poem that the Duke read at the funeral of Howard Hawks. A complete copy of the poem is contained in the Epilog of the book Duke A Love Story, Pat Stacy and Beverly Linet.

This is the poem recited at Hawk's funeral:
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamonds glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumns rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.