Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust
I find myself at times in my life,
at a turning point- which way do I go?
and I always returned to the foothills
Searching for an inkling of a feeling of home
Long after the farm had been foreclosed on
Sad, as I watch the cattle now in the pasture-
where my Dad and granpas markers and ashes lay
~ashes to ashes dust to dust~
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