When I am dead I want to be
buried without ceremony.
As nourishment to feed a tree
that’s planted in my memory.
I just express the way I feel.
Gravestones are cold have no appeal.
A living tree is much more real
Than any monumental deal
The carcase that I leave behind
bereft of life is deaf and blind
was never me but was designed
to keep my spirit close confined.
Death cut the strings and turned me loose
My spirit now completely free
What’s left is of but little use
except perhaps to feed a tree.
22-Feb-08
I agree Ivor! I love trees to my last morsel! Lovely work, I just adored the freeing spirit lines, A full feeling poem. Smiling at you, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ivor this is a wonderful poem and I like your thinking on this subject. To the trees! (But no hurry please)