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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

Reincarnation


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")

1 Comments:

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.
Blessings,
Julie

June 1, 2005 at 6:41 PM  

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