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Thursday, April 23, 2015

the sky was long

I bore you there when the grass was young
And the seasons met like friends
But the wind was soft on your weathered face
And the sky was long, the sky was long

I laid you down in that hallowed spot
And a single robin sang
A gentle song of a distant spring
And my tears like rain fell hot

I left you there where the silence hung
Like a field of new-dropped snow
But I carried your heart in my heart that day
And the sky was long, the sky was long

I’ll come again when the dew is fresh
And the bells of autumn chime
And humble fields and whispering pines
Will watch your resting place

Monday, March 30, 2015

sunset for my father

this poem was chosen by the family to be on Dad's funeral bulletin. it was one of his favourites. 

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star, 
      And one clear call for me! 
And may there be no moaning of the bar, 
      When I put out to sea, 

   But such a tide as moving seems asleep, 
      Too full for sound and foam, 
When that which drew from out the boundless deep 
      Turns again home. 

   Twilight and evening bell, 
      And after that the dark! 
And may there be no sadness of farewell, 
      When I embark; 

   For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place 
      The flood may bear me far, 
I hope to see my Pilot face to face 
      When I have crost the bar.