Farewell my friend...

you are already missed by so many

we went today to say goodbye

and it wasn't right
it wasn't you

It should have had Kentucky Blue Grass playing

there should have been cloggers

we should all have been dressed in bright happy colours

I tried Pat....I tried

we should have worn all our gypsy bangles and Egyptian beads

incense

as much as I hate it

should have been blowing in the air

taking you up up and away

into the bright beautiful sky that suddenly appeared

the weather was perfect

I knew it would be the way it always is

so I came home

and I did what I could to make it the way you would want it

I put up the Tibetan Prayer Flags

and the wind caught them as I wished you peace and love

Namaste

I took incense too and the smoke followed the clouds

 

there should be  Cherokee Indian chants and dancing

A medicine man saying the right words for you to go

there should be hill billy music too

and good food to eat

but there is only me

to say

good bye

and I will

but know I'll always think of you on a beautiful day

 or when the season's change

 and

I see that first leaf that changed before all the others

the first snow flake

the rain on the ground

the smell of the rain on the ground

the beauty in the weeds along the roadside

all the things we shared

bye old friend

thanks for coming by my way

lord willin' and the creek don' rise

I'll see you ......

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