On many a Sunday afternoon Then mother and dad
We used to ride in the surrey Both passed away
The horses danced in a very desultory kind of way
The fringe did swing and when fortune at last smiled
and the lanterns winked at the sun on my older brother
papa sat proud he died quite suddenly
holding the reins and the caretakers at the old cemetary
and had to move the fence
mama was young way over
in a pink sailor hat to make room for so
my brothers squirmed in their many
Sunday suits, their ears still and where forget-me-nots
bright, from the scrubbing bloomed
they got beside the creek
on Saturday night there was now
a little brook wove beside smooth concrete-
the road
bordered by forget-me-nots Sometimes I wander
and sometimes In the feilds even now
papa drove the surrey right Wondering where the horses lay
through, he said it was just to cool But the land lies gentle
the horse hoofs, but we all Without cleft or stone
knew Only the perfume of newley mown
It was just for fun hay
But once driving home late So I cross over to the cemetery
past the old cemetary and leave a bouquet
The setting sun not only for my parents
cast a gravestone's shadow but all yesterday
across my heart and now, when the stars
For I suddenly realized hang high
we too must die I know that I am no longer
and I was afraid- afraid to die-
Then years raced away Yet sometimes
Tho now, It's True, It seems in the dark of the moon
scarce a day, I remain
Fore the surrey broke down A little girl riding past a
The lanterns thrown on the dump Cemetary
and the horses grown old With a gravestone
were shot Casting a shadow
Side a grave freshly dug, Across her heart
For a horse can carry a man
a long long way
But no man can carry a horse
We used to ride in the surrey Both passed away
The horses danced in a very desultory kind of way
The fringe did swing and when fortune at last smiled
and the lanterns winked at the sun on my older brother
papa sat proud he died quite suddenly
holding the reins and the caretakers at the old cemetary
and had to move the fence
mama was young way over
in a pink sailor hat to make room for so
my brothers squirmed in their many
Sunday suits, their ears still and where forget-me-nots
bright, from the scrubbing bloomed
they got beside the creek
on Saturday night there was now
a little brook wove beside smooth concrete-
the road
bordered by forget-me-nots Sometimes I wander
and sometimes In the feilds even now
papa drove the surrey right Wondering where the horses lay
through, he said it was just to cool But the land lies gentle
the horse hoofs, but we all Without cleft or stone
knew Only the perfume of newley mown
It was just for fun hay
But once driving home late So I cross over to the cemetery
past the old cemetary and leave a bouquet
The setting sun not only for my parents
cast a gravestone's shadow but all yesterday
across my heart and now, when the stars
For I suddenly realized hang high
we too must die I know that I am no longer
and I was afraid- afraid to die-
Then years raced away Yet sometimes
Tho now, It's True, It seems in the dark of the moon
scarce a day, I remain
Fore the surrey broke down A little girl riding past a
The lanterns thrown on the dump Cemetary
and the horses grown old With a gravestone
were shot Casting a shadow
Side a grave freshly dug, Across her heart
For a horse can carry a man
a long long way
But no man can carry a horse
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