When all’s said and done,
No more battles to be won,
Downing of my sun.
Hear this final plea:
I know how long death can be,
Do this thing for me.
Never lay me down
Where only worms will be found
In the cold, cold ground.
Never lay me down
Where my body will be bound
In the cold, cold ground.
https://haikuhorizons.wordpress.com/2015/11/29/haiku-horizons-prompt-ground/
Does this mean you prefer cremation? :}
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My wife had the exact same reaction!
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Great minds think alike, and all that! 😀
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This is eloquent, haunting and screaming with emotion. I am so moved and look forward to my autographed copy of your book. ❤
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Deal! Thanks Annette 🙂
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So moving.
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Thank you 🙂
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Death is a hard issue to write about but I find your poem to be real and authentic. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you for commenting! 🙂
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A pleasure to read your moving cascade.
Marie
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Thank you, Marie 🙂
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Thanks for writing about death. This would make a good folk song.
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Thank you. That’s more or less how I wrote it, so glad that comes across 🙂
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First the poem… then recording stardom. Post a link if you sing (or read) it. 🙂
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I only wish I had the voice to do it justice!
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Think of Bob Dylan… then sing it. 😉
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Love this one, Al. It has the feel of an old folk song or hymn. Beautiful.
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Thank you. In my head, it’s sung in an old-fashioned Celtic style, channelling Rabbie Burns 🙂
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Exactly. I love it.
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