Rest Well Weary Stranger
3 Feb 2023 5:46 AM
Burried in the poplar grove along the wandering creek
A man alone in his grave a soul in deaths dark sleep
Traveling the prairie plane he stopped for the night
As he slept he passed away warmed by the fire light
He lay there peacefully in his sleeping bag
Until another poor traveler came riding by in rags
He looked upon the stiffened man and bowed his head and prayed
He checked his horse tied to a tree and gave him water and feed
Taking the deads own shovel he started his solem task
Digging the prairie bed for the man who breathed his last
He sang a durge as he dug and shed a tear for him
Then laid him in his earthen room then with earth he closed him in
He said a prayer and at his head he rolled a large stone he found
And scatched the words upon it "God bless this man in the ground"
Copyright © Jasonpoet Boyd | Year Posted 2023
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