My Resting Place Poem by Biff McGuire

I know a place that dad showed me
A thought, on hearing of his surgery
It’s a place for me when all hope is gone
And I’ve been convinced that I must move on
I know I’ll find his spirit there
Where he once told me I must beware
Of the insects bite and the bears foul breath
All the elements that could bring death
The dangers there he knew to mention
To a naïve boy with short attention
A place above the timberline
Where air is scarce and numbs your mind
I’ll leave a note, a final book
A poem tucked in some hidden nook
To let all know I’ve found the space
Creating my last resting place
I’ll watch the lovely Milky way
That shifts until the break of day
And never try to fight the end
Admiring the river bend
The deer and rabbits wander by
And then I close a humble eye
I’ll know my spirit’s not alone
Where bugs and bears will clean my bones