Location: Sacramento, California

I am a retired lawyer and administrative law judge, aged but active, with a variety of interests.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Reincarnation, A Poem by Wallace MacRae


In a while, the grass'll grow upon yer rendered mound,
Til some day on yer moldered grave, a lonely flower is found;

And say a hoss should wander by and graze upon this flower,
That once wuz you, but now's become yer vegetative bower;

The posey that the hoss done ate up, with his other feed,
Makes bone and fat and muscle, essential to the steed;

But some is left that he can't use and so it passes through,
And finally lays upon the ground, this thing that once wuz you;

Then say, by chance, I wanders by and sees this upon the ground,
And I ponders and I wonders at this object that I found;

I thinks of reincarnation, of life and death, and such,
And come away concludin' ......

Slim, you ain't changed all that much.

by Wallace MacRae
(known as the "Cowboy Poet Laureate")


Blogger Julie said...

That's hilarious! I stumbled upon your blog and was facinated to find an 82 yr. old blogger. How interesting. I'd love to hear about your life. I always enjoy hearing about folks' life experiences.

June 1, 2005 at 6:41 PM  

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