Posted in My Poems, tagged At The Death Of Presient George H.W.Bush, bard on the hill, Beloved, Dennis Allen Lange, earth sprinkled grave, eulogies, funeral, Herbert Walker, incompetent, poems, poetry, words of praise on April 24, 2019| 3 Comments »
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No matter if one’s good or bad,
…Or simply incompetent,
It takes the same amount of earth
…To bury a president.
But when one’s loved for who he was
…E’en more than what he did,
It takes a flood of heart-felt words
…Before the body’s hid.
And so for him whose life is o’er,
…They buried him for days –
With earth quick-sprinkled at his grave
…But waves of words of praise.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, death, Dennis Allen Lange, dreadful news, Earth our heir, family and friends, funeral, mortals, mortar, novice widow, poems, poetry, The Gathering on November 2, 2017| 2 Comments »
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On Friday, cars were parked along the road.
The next day saw their silent numbers swell,
Drawn there as if they’d heard the black bird’d crowed,
Pulled by the pealing of a solemn bell.
That Sunday was the same, but Monday more.
They filled the drive, parked curb-side by the house.
The street was narrowed by that swelling shore
Which forced a car to creep by like a mouse.
By then, I knew what I had not been told,
The dreadful news for family and friend –
That Winter’s wind had blown, and growing cold
Was some soul who’d been sick but could not mend.
Days later, I passed by; the cars were gone.
The mystery was solved for I could see
The novice widow walking on her lawn
With only her small dog as company.
He’d built my house and now he is no more.
My house still stands; ‘tis he in disrepair.
We mortals, not the mortar, go before.
We each will leave our all to Earth, our heir.
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photo by Guenter M. Kirchweger at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/omDmxpC/raven
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
The Bard on the Hill 