The south wind should blow
On the day that I die.
The sun should shine warmly
From a clear blue sky.
No drizzle, no snow
No cold wintry wind.
No ice on tree branches,
Making them bend.
I want Texas Mockingbirds
Up in those trees.
To send up my eulogy
On a warm southern breeze.
I want cactus roses
To break out in bloom.
And a flock of brown sparrows
To carry me home.
Juan Olivarez
1/18/
Alton, Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Durn good poem here pardner! Added to my favorites, I feel the same way; but! you can't pass through that portal until we've hiked the Mojave together! ! ! :) El rostro de Dios te espera en el deserto mi hermano.