Penultimate Stanza - Vagabond's House

Then, when my house is all complete
I’ll stretch me out on the window seat
With a favourite book and a cigarette,
And a long cool drink that Oh Joy will get;
And I’ll look about at my bachelor-nest
While the sun goes zooming down the west,
And the hot gold light will fall on my face
And make me think of some heathen place
That I’ve failed to see . . . that I’ve missed some way . . .
A place that I’d planned to find some day,
And I’ll feel the lure of it driving me.
Oh damn! I know what the end will be

 

Unfurling Fern

This unfurling fern photograph is from mid April - but I love the water and the life anew.

Memorial Day - II

I also placed wild Laurel on my parents grave yesterday.  My father had always wanted to be buried next to his father in the Methodist cemetery but the old McKinney site there had filled so my mother and I decided to have him interred at St. Mary Annes over looking the North East River which he always admired - and of course when she died she was interred next to him. 

Memorial Day

During my childhood and through-out his life, my father always cut wild Laurel and placed it on his father and mother's graves on Memorial Day.  I try each year to do the same bringing the Laurel in memory of him doing this for two grandparents that died before I was born - William K and Sarah E. McKinney.

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