When my time has come and I am gone
Take my ashes and paint me in the shadows
Under the oak tree where memories were made…
In the shadows with the fungi and let me watch it grow
And feel the coolness of the wind floating through the leaves
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When my time has come and I am gone
Brush me smoothly under rocks of overhanging cliffs.
Paint me in the shadows where cool water
Trickles its way gurgling neath the trees
And deer quench their thirst on hot summer days
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When my time has come and gone
Blend my ashes onto boardwalk pilings.
Paint me in the shadows where I can hear
Excited children walking as the waves roll in
Splashing in the shadows and rolling out again
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When my time has come and gone
Take me to the farm I loved so long ago
Paint me in the shadows of the furrows
Of rich dark dirt to nourish alfalfa roots
growing green and tall in the summer sun
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When my time has come and gone
Paint me in the shadows of garden rocks
Where Zinnias grow tall to shade me
While bees and hummingbirds come and go
And little Wrens keep me alert with their song
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When my time has come and I am gone
And my pigment has turned gray
Paint me in shadows of your memory
and I’ll be here to stay
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Posting for Open Link night at d’Verse Poets Pub. Some winter reflections.
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Roth Poetry 