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Blogger LilliStJohn said...

Very well done Gail. My Father asked not to be buried, long before he passed away. He wanted to return to ash and be scattered to the wind. "Ashes to ashes and Dust to dust.

February 25, 2015 at 6:25 AM

Blogger Sol said...

Wow that was hugely moving and powerful.

February 25, 2015 at 6:34 AM

Blogger MadSnapper said...

i believe it was much better way back when to just wrap the body and bury or just a simple wooden box to go back to dust. now they make us use concrete vaults and big caskets.. this is really good Gail and i got it right away

February 25, 2015 at 6:38 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nicely done and reflects our attitude to death here Under The Porch Light.

February 25, 2015 at 6:39 AM

Blogger Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Nice touch about placing a bell in his hand.
It's not an ending but a beginning of a new journey.

February 25, 2015 at 6:43 AM

Blogger Optimistic Existentialist said...

This is a beautiful poem. LOVE the closing lines...

February 25, 2015 at 7:52 AM

Blogger Linda Kay said...

I'm with Alex..like the idea of the bell. I'll be cremated and scattered to the wind.

February 25, 2015 at 8:16 AM

Blogger TexWisGirl said...

i can attest to my dogs (and the coyotes) digging up quite a few buried animals around here (horses, mules). mine have been buried deep with a ground mound over them. :)

February 25, 2015 at 9:45 AM

Blogger Sandy Livesay said...

Very touching!

February 25, 2015 at 10:08 AM

Blogger Sandy Livesay said...

Very touching!

February 25, 2015 at 10:08 AM

Blogger Country Gal said...

For me I want to be cremated and have my ashes spread in the woods . Lovely written . Death is not the end just a begin to the after life . Thanks for sharing , Have a good day !

February 25, 2015 at 10:08 AM

Blogger Maude Lynn said...

Really well done, Gail!

February 25, 2015 at 11:00 AM

Blogger 21 Wits said...

Simply an other- I agree! Funny how words play such an impressive role in our thought patterns! I nearly missed this tasty nugget. Burial is one of those words that give me pause, to read or not to read, that is the question! See it's what happens when you grow up in a world of Dr. Seuss, The Wizard of Oz and Mary Poppins.

February 25, 2015 at 11:00 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great poem, Gail. It speaks of the very core of human fear, tradition, and life and death. I have heard about the bell before. My grandmother told me how people used to do that sort of thing.

February 25, 2015 at 11:36 AM

Blogger Susan Kane said...

Very well stated! I told my daughter I wanted to be tossed out in the desert. But I would settle for ashes.

A new beginning...just so.

February 25, 2015 at 12:39 PM

Blogger Sketching with Dogs said...

I think that is a common fear with a lot of people. I saw a documentary about being buried alive and it was horrific - and this was recently, not in 1800 or something.
Lynne x

February 25, 2015 at 1:22 PM

Blogger kaykuala said...

There are laws to regulate the final days. But at least it gives leeway for individuals to state their preferences on how best to leave this world! That is good enough! Thoughtful write Gail!

Hank

February 25, 2015 at 7:38 PM

Blogger Mary said...

I think you are right....death IS not an ending. We definitely don't know what it is, but I try to think in a positive way.

February 25, 2015 at 8:42 PM

Blogger Outlawyer said...

The lines about your father are especially striking. Thanks. k. (Manicddaily)

February 26, 2015 at 6:08 AM

Blogger Magaly Guerrero said...

This could be a book, Gail. And those last two lines... fantastic!

February 26, 2015 at 11:00 AM

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