Bury me not in cemetery
Cover not my grave
With gravel and cement.
Sacrifice no flowers,
Upon my grave
Leave nature’s bounty to nature.
Bury me near a river glade
Where the Water buffalos graze
And roam over me.
When the river is full
And floods the glade
I’ll be thankful
For bathing me.
Please bury me, bury me
In the river glade
Where as a child
I once played.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Childhood memories still play a part in our lives, as our dreams hold onto peaceful concepts when older. Very good poem, thank you for sharing. RoseAnn