A friend wrote this poem and it reminds me of Larry,
A poem by Bev Bowers
She recorded it on Facebook. Beginning she says she looks “Purdy darn good”. And this is a “Work in Progress”
When my rook of crows come for me
to escort me to my sweet bye and bye
Let my soul be packed with stories
Of the goodness we’re leaving behind
as we pass through the sky
Smiling down at the drakes and swans
Let my footsteps follow me out
Leaving spotless paths behind
For new souls with their new ideas
They can plant their paths anew
May all the beloved people
Who weep for losing their lands
That we have tossed them from
Let me feel one last time
As I am earth bound
Those breezes on my face
As my body explodes into grace
As yours will too sometime
Let us look back and hope and pray
That those who leave behind
Will care for this beautiful planet
will bring it back to health
So that we one more time
From wherever those crows drop us off
can come back and walk this place
One more time.
