Tuesday, January 9, 2018

A different sort of post from me....



Bury Me

Bury me beneath the weeping willow tree
And let the long roots cradle me.
Bury me 'neath the old, old trees
Where the robins and red birds sing
Where they build their nests in warmth of spring.
Bury me beside the waters of old Gap Creek
Where I can still hear the laughter of our youth.
Where I can hear our splashing throughout the week…
Where we played till the day was done.
Bury me beside that weathered old barn…
That one that sits up towards the holler
On my favorite place on earth.
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I am not much of a writer of anything, poems for sure.  But have had this little one started forever.   I just moved it here to blogger a few days ago and have debated on publishing it or not...



19 comments:

Ruth Hiebert said...

Well done! Can't make a poem that's worth reading, much less sharing.This one is good.

Ginny Hartzler said...

Oh MY!!!! I cannot say how wonderful this is! It is so professional, and evokes so much emotion...I can see these places in my mind. You surely ARE a POET! You must post any others you have written!

Cheryl @ TFD said...

Loved this, Rose! I agree with Ginny in that it sounds very professional. Well done! And please share any others you have with us.

Breathtaking said...

Hello Rose,:) My goodness, your poem is beautiful. So full of loving memories of places known throughout a lifetime. It evoked emotion, and that's everything writers/poets can ask for. Well done!:)

Tom said...

...I hope that this poem isn't about the near future.

Carol- Beads and Birds said...

I loved it. I thought I would see a poet's name at the bottom. This poem is so much how I think of you. An open heart. One who loves the simple things. One who cherishes beloved places and embraces Nature.
xx, Carol

Linda G. said...

Well done, Rose!

Sandra said...

I LOVE THIS! it is beautiful and makes so much SENSE. sometimes when i read a poem, a well known poem, I have no idea what the heck they are talking about. this one is beautiful and i understand its meaning and i am with you on this one...

Cat Lover said...

Just beautiful Rose!

Betsy Adams said...

Make sure Neal sees this..... He loves the old home place also --SO much... He took us there one year... LOVED that area ---and stood there and thought about all of you kids running around having a great time in that 'holler'.......

You are very gifted... We all have our gifts and talents --but so much of the time, we don't share them....

Loved this. Thanks.
Hugs,
Betsy

Ida said...

This is a great poem and the photo that goes with it is wonderful.

newenglandgardenandthread said...

You had my attention with the barn photo, but the poem is lovely. I agree with another comment that said it sounded professional because it certainly does. :-) On a personal note, we had a collie mix, Ginger, that was the very best dog we ever had. Her favorite place to sit was under a big willow tree in our yard with the branches moving all around her. When she passed away, I buried her ashes under that willow because I thought she would be at peace.

happyone said...

A think it's a great little poem. Well done.

Nancy Chan said...

Well done, Rose! You make a good poet! Nice photo too!

MarmePurl said...

I hope you publish more or your talented work. Beautiful!

Henny Penny said...

Your poem is wonderful!! I was thinking as I read it, there would be a name at the end. That's the kind of poetry I like. It's very touching!

Small City Scenes said...

Oh so beautiful Rose. Thank you for sharing. I remember you talking about the old home place and how you loved it there. You really do have a way with words. Memories are what we wrap around our heart and feel good
MB

Bonny Bonafilla said...

That's really lovely, Rose. It's obvious that you have the countryside in your heart. Best wishes for the weekend

Mary said...

wow, Rose, that is terrific! I'm glad you posted it. I can see it in my mind from the words, and your barn photo is good as well.

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