Monday, December 3, 2012

4008. ALL THE OLD DEAD AND HAPPY


ALL THE OLD 
DEAD AND HAPPY
They are beneath me, laughing in the dirt;
their wonderful times living on  - that barnyard
party with all the pitchforks dancing, that haymow
revel where the banjos played on. I have known
them all, and lived through bliss and candy. The
ice cream socials of Wallace McKnight, the proud
horse-trot promenades of the girls of 4H. All
these were grand   -  Warren and Roger and
Betty and Duane, now buried and dead.
And, oh yes, that quite serviceable
graveyard at the top of our hill  - 
now it's been re-opened and quite
put to use. What once had been
a dark and fenced corner is now
alive with my friends and fellows.

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