Peace, Quiet and Dignity

Something I wrote for a lady who lost her life to big Cancer last I loathe the sound of modern life Man made machine, electric knife Chainsaw that rip through old oak bough It seems so inhumane, somehow Bring me peace, tranquillity The robins chirp, the creek of tree Buzz of bee, or croak of toad Maybe I am getting old Not for me the the whirl of drill But breeze of wind and air of still Or laugh of child at fun and play Is all I ask upon this day Not for me, leaf blowers blowing Nor noisy trucks coming and going More birds that sing in harmony That's the type of sound for me I say goodbye, I say farewell A white cloud for my carousel And on the wind away I sail My quest to find my holy grail Shed no tear, nor hold no breath For I am not afraid of death All I ask from you and he Is peace and quiet and dignity