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I walked among
the Grave Markers, Near my old home town, And I saw a number of Old friends. John: Killed in world war two, Buckey, Tooter, And Teenie. All were childhood pals. There was Ann's mother, And Verna Karhryn's Mother and father. Uncle Levi, Aunt Sally, And Mr.Smith. I saw Uncle Charlie—And so many others That brought fleeting Memories of other days. Then I came to the plot, That Mama had bought for
herself. Suddenly the world was still, Except for a bird That was singing. Once again I heard Mama say to me, "Son, when I die. Take me home!" I think that they were glad, That I came and walked among Their headstones, And remembered Each of them, As they used to be. I think that they were glad, That I came all alone, And did not disturb The bird That was singing.
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"After Fifty Years" by Gil
Broxon, from Just
Gone...Fishing – The Poetry of
Texas.
© iuniverse, Inc,
2008. Reprinted with permission.
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