A poem by Joe Hill
This poem was written by Joe Hill on the eve of his execution at the Utah State Prison. It was published the day of his execution, Nov. 19, 1915 in the Salt Lake Telegram. It reads:
My will is easy to decide
For there is nothing to divide
My kin don't need to fuss or moan
"Moss does not cling to a rolling stone."
My body? Oh, if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce
And let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Perhaps some fading flowers then
Would come to life and bloom again
This is my last and final will
Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill