Poems ✍️

Silence.
The Beginning
Commemorating
The passing.

The MockingBird
Begins his prelude
Joining the words
Of solace.

M-I rifles, shouldered
Three rounds ring out
Signaling the end,
The new beginning.

The MockingBird
Now loud and clear
Joins in the service
A Heavenly Chorus of One.

It is ended.
Away you walk,
Accompanied by the flight
Of the small winged one.

He alights on a small tree
Overlooking
The Myakka Prairie
An overture.


The Celebration of Life.