Monday, April 13, 2026

(22) So Lightly Step


Who is it that walks upon my grave?

Oh tell me what you seek

Step so lightly oh gentle gait

Brown blackbird with yellow beak.


Pick your way across the grass

So green and recently mown

As Spring breaks through the clouds

And life and dreams have flown


Fly away across the sky

But do not forget this place

Fly on high my feathered friend

May the wind carry you with grace.


Don’t shy away from this spot

For you can wander free

And wander upon my grave at will

A place of quiet sanctuary.  


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