Butch Clary's Place Poem by ERNEST CLARY

His old house was on a hill
little evidence left as proof
an old wheel
and some flowers standing aloof

the flowers survived them all
reaching out to space
growing thick and tall
in the same place

over the horizon came a new dawn
on the scape a new picture drawn

raindrops rays of light
what was there is now out of sight

not much left to prove
some lore and print
to the future we move
as those days went

once full of life and sound
things made with skill
now he's in the ground
laying there 'still'