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Where the wildflowers grow
When i die,
Lay me by
Where the wildflowers grow
Then as I lay,
You can pray
For my presence to ‘round you flow
And as winter calls,
And the ice falls
And makes my grassy mound rise with snow
Let spring bloom,
Flowers on my tomb
Grow in the sun’s heat and the wind’s gentle blow
As summer rises,
Bringing heat to new sizes
And away my spirit to where few do know
Finally when fall sighs
Watch as the leaf flies
As a reminder of the deadly reaping of what I did sow
Copyright ©
Trapper Jones
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