Author Joseph Hilaire Pierre Belloc When we are dead, some Hunting boy will passAnd find a stone half-hidden in tall grassAnd grey with age: but having seen that stone(Which was your image), ride more slowly on. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments