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
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