When I die
When I die
When I die, don’t bury me
In some ordered cemetery.
Don’t let my ashes or my bones
Moulder ‘neath a marble stone.
Let my dust feed flowers that glow
In breezes soft or gales that blow
Underneath a forest tree
Or on the moor so wild and free.
And If my spirit should peep above
The earth where I was laid with love
I’d hope to see tall grasses wave
And hear the songbirds o’er my grave.
TG Sept 2019
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