Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A reach ~















Oh would you carry me
when I am old and gray?


Then will you bury me
should I no longer play?


Let out a laugh of cheer
to keep me in your heart
before you dump me in the ground
and sing the song of blessed lark ~


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6 comments:

  1. klahanieApril 25, 2012 at 10:50 PM

    Hey Dixie,
    Ah yes a Studebaker Lark.
    Way back when, when I had long hair and long sideburns, I drove such a car.
    A thoughtful poem driven from the heart.
    Take care, my friend :)

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  2. bazzaApril 26, 2012 at 1:34 AM

    Hi Dixie. We don't have the Studebaker marque in the UK but, thanks to Gary's comment above, this lovely little verse has meaning for me!
    Click here for Bazza’s Blog ‘To Discover Ice’

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  3. Mike PerryApril 26, 2012 at 4:17 AM

    Quite a poignant poem!

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  4. Dixie@dcreliefApril 26, 2012 at 2:11 PM

    Ah Gary, the good ol' days. My "Stoodue", blue on rust, sat in the woods for a year before I first laid eyes on it. Cranked the first time; sent a thousand spiders running.
    Straight from the heart, yep, yep, yep. Thanks Gary!

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  5. Dixie@dcreliefApril 26, 2012 at 2:14 PM

    bazza, I suppose that's why I exist... to give meaning to someone about something! Or is that a coincidence?
    "...this lovely little verse...". Thanks bazza :))

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  6. Dixie@dcreliefApril 26, 2012 at 2:16 PM

    Yes, Mike and it was painful to think about too.(smile)

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