Another powerful one from Sue Lobo, my fellow CTU author…
Photo Credit: Lili Saatchi
The Gentle Hills of Pretty Bones
Tell me dear, where is it that your pretty bones do lie?
Underneath yonder hills, beneath God´s breathy sky,
Waltzing in frocks of daffodils with hems of lilac blues,
Dancing toes of dewy lawns, shod in pretty daisy shoes.
Serenaded by cold night winds & kissed by gentle breezes,
Told old tales by the ancient bones, who lie below & freezes,
Warmed by summer´s sunbeams & in dawn caressed by frost,
And deep within the earth´s sod, your history´s name embossed.
Your pretty bones now lying, where once there swam great whales,
Lying beneath these rolling hills, besides the bones of dragon´s tails,
Your grave I cannot find, but in this old land you once called home,
I know that beneath these gentle hills, is where you rest your bones.
Where old echoing ghosts go calling, on the dark autumnal…
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