Saturday, 14 May 2011

When I die

When I die
Do not confine me
To a box or catacomb wall

Burn and scatter
My earth to orchard virile winds

Unleash my particle lightness
To the Hex river valley

Where laughter and dreaming was easy
as spring trees blossom

Should our child enquire?

Take her there
and let the spirit that
dwells between these mountains

play through her hair
and touch her cheeks

whispering through cliffs and ridges
that daddy never left her side

2 comments:

  1. Happy first blog post Martin! All the best! Will be visiting you!

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  2. What a lovely sentiment. The way we would all like to be remembered.
    Welcome to the wonderful world of blogging, my friend! Very nice look to your site.

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