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Posted by Ben Grader on Wed Jan 19, 2005 11:13 am
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So when I die, don't sacrifice a tree
<br>to make a wooden box; a plastic bag
<br>(biodegradable preferred) will do.
<br>Settle me down deep in some muddy trench
<br>because to mud and dirt I will return.
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<br>Do not plant flowers on my grave;
<br>imbed a sapling yew.
<br>Then I can give it nourishment
<br>so, I may last a thousand years;
<br>and in my time, may shelter lovers
<br>beneath my spreading dome.
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<br>Maybe they'll start a life beneath my greenery;
<br>they will not know whose mortal dust
<br>implanted in the tree, so many years ago
<br>has acted as a host to them;
<br>neither will others know my name.
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<br>Anonymous I will remain; until the time
<br>when Gabriel, deep, sounds his horn
<br>and then surprise; into the roll-call queue
<br>will come a tree. Because by now:
<br>a tree, is all that's left of me.
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Posted by Lerins on Thu Jul 14, 2005 6:28 pm
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I like the nature-y theme to it, especially the recurring mention/presence of the tree. Overall, it's a nice poem.
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Posted by Ben Grader on Sun Sep 04, 2005 11:55 am
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Thanks Lerins for your comments. I am a firm believer in natural return to our elements after we are dead and gone. I think that what 'was' me is no longer, therefore why fuss about it, just let me mingle with what I will become naturally.
<br />As Omar Khyamm says 'I came like water and like wind I go'
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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:21 am
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<blockquote ><div><cite>Quote</cite>As Omar Khyamm says 'I came like water and like wind I go'</div></blockquote>
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<br />Hmm. Yes, but he doesn't anymore.
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<br />I liked this write though Ben. Instead of leaving your body to science, you leave it to whom gave it to you.
<br />Now at last we know who to blame. <img src="http://www.poetsquill.com/images/forums/emoticons/biggrin.gif" alt=':D' />
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<br />...<img src="http://www.poetsquill.com/images/forums/emoticons/cool.gif" alt='8)' />
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