A Place To Rest Poem by Lone Dog

When it's done and said and I'm good and dead, I beg you
don't bury me
In that cold damp ground where the worms abound. It's not where
I long to be;
But build me a pyre and light the fire `till there's nothing
but ash of me,
Then carry my urn to that land I yearn - yes, back
to Temagami.

You can rent a small boat and I ask you to tote my urn
to a rocky isle;
To a wooded spot that I've always thought would be
fine for my domicile;
To a mossy plot, a fern-lined spot sheltered by
towering pines,
Where the haunting call of the loon enthralls as it echoes
from far shoreline.

Yes, I want to rest in the land that's blessed, where the
air is pure and clean,
For my heart within has always been akin to the
northern scene.
So spread my ash where the paddles flash and
the moose roams proud and free,
And then I'll be, dear Temagami,
forever one with thee.