By Mildred Bayles Palmer
Mary Ann was my great grandmother Mary Anne Durham Bayles who died in childbirth
South of here on a rocky bluff,
There is a grave.
It is not a lonely grave,
There are others there.
A lovely girl came to a lonely, barren place,
To make a home for the man she loved.
To follow the destiny of mother, wife.
She bore four children,
I wonder if she ever spoke of pain.
One day when her only son was five,
In childbirth she died.
Her grave is sand and rock,
A marble marker placed with love is there.
Even so, I wish she could be
By the one she loved
Where it is cool and green.
(The son was my grandfather Hanson D.Bayles Her husband is buried in the Blanding cemetery.