camille

Resting place.

Resting place.

When I die lie me where you think I will be happy.
Lie me in the pasture rolling green ,
Beneath the old oak tree - wise protector in my endless slumber.

Lie me where the sun it dapples gold.
To warm my ice cold bones that lie so still in the dark earth.

Lie me where the water flows so free,
On the bank of the river where moorhens gather.

Lie me on the mountain top to rest.
It's majestic heights my ever watchful eye.

If you think you knew me then lie me where I can find peace.

 

Comments4

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    BEAUTIFUL CAMILLE ~ A very important and genuine wish. I hope in 50 (or more) years time ~ your dream will come true ! In the UK we have rural & peaceful and burial places ! Yours BRIAN.

    • camille

      Thank you

    • Tony36

      BEAUTIFUL

      • camille

        Thank you

        • Tony36

          Welcome

        • caroline-o

          beautifully written! very serene 🙂

        • camille

          Thank you



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