Dad's Grave
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Two days ago my brother and I completed the first stages of building a concrete, brick and rock grave for my father up the top of the hill of our farm. The place has a beautiful view for miles around, and is hidden amongst trees. It's where the sheep go to lamb more often than not, and it was dad's favourite spot.
We made the base for the grave out the farm,
Where our dad can now rest his head
Forever more, in his favourite spot,
The place of dad’s harmonious bed.
We mixed the buckets of water with concrete,
Then shovelled this to the square,
Levelled flat with rake, trowel and a spade,
We let it harden up in the air.
It’s on top of the hill, with a beautiful view of the farm,
A peaceful spot with the sheep,
A peaceful place where the birds sing all day,
And dad can now peacefully sleep.
We made a base for the grave out the farm,
Using concrete, bricks and stone,
Where dad can rest, forever more,
And we can visit him each day, all alone.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017
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