A lilac for the anonymity, br Of Mrs. Hinkle's simple poetry. br It shines within the margins of its space, br A single note of captivating grace. br br The subtle sun through ancient maple leaves, br Paints memory with a gentleness that grieves. br A touch of soul is music to the bone, br Even after every wing has flown. br br For Julia Ann Hinkle 1846-1908. This lady rests on a hill br above my house beneath a poem of her own composition. br She has been a great inspiration to me throughout my poetry life.