In my yard.lmof all places,
I was on my porch,
He was connecting fiberoptics to number twenty-two trailer,
A seventeen year old boy wS working with him,
He said he was twenty-three,
Had a mustache ,
Saud hus brother had a beard,
Shaggy and long,
Said his brother weight two sixty-eight and was six foot two,
The young man said he only shaves twice a month,
Said he trued to grow a beard,
Said it came in spotty,
I commented on that,
For my dad also could not grow a beard,
One thing lead to another,
We.gut to dying and.putting away,
I said I want to have my ashes slipped into the family lake in northern Wisconsin.
Cub Lake in Sawyer County,
I didn’t say after I settle the score,
The young man wants his ashes placed by the root of a tree,
On his folks farm,
I don’t think death is an end,
I believe death is just another beginning,
Our spirits continue to roam,
And if we are lucky we will once again be reuninited with the spiruts we loved,
Val Whitewolf 