A Life that just passed me by..........

Quaker Basin Cemetery

Life Just Passed Me By

I felt the wind like the touch of Spring,

Gently passing in the glow of day.

I saw a scene so far from me,

Yet passing just a foot away.

I heard God as I walked the hill.

I stopped to listen and to pray,

And time just passed on by.

My heart smiled, enjoyed, and cared,

As my lungs filled with the sweet Spring air;

And the breeze against my face wasn’t even there,

As life just passed on by.

They laughed at me for I beamed with love,

For the grass that felt like silken glove,

It gave me pleasure and just a bit of love,

And time just passed me by.

I heard the call of the meadow’s lark,

I felt the tree and its rugged bark,

But time had passed me by.

For now I’m grown and now I’ve lost

The simple heart that would have bought,

With a fortune or a ransom lost,

But not even that could stop..

Time from passing me on by.

The Fields of Grass.......and stone.....

National Cemetery in Elmira, New York

Fields of Grass & Stone

Cold steel brought me here,

Among my fellow soldiers

And their loved ones tears.

How simple and yet so cold,

Long white lines, markers bold

Soldiers buried young and old.

Honor is a fleeting thing,

Thought as gold in life’s small ring,

Never giving thought to death,

Now I lay with all the rest.

TIME.......an enemy of all!

Time

Time is so perilous …

To the old and sickly,

To the youth whose dreams soon die,

To the soldier who can never return to his former being,

To the lonely who can never climb out of their thoughts,

To the petals of a flower that must fall,

To history that will never be remembered,

To hopes that are dashed,

To love that grows cold,

To us all as we return to dust!

Beyond the gate lay rows of stones that are numbered!

Latch on Pine Woods Cemetery

We Live a Life of Numbers

The days lay numbered, 

One to thirty-one. 

The months lay numbered, 

One to twelve. 

Each its own, 

But part of all; 

Both numbers marking Summer and spring, 

Winter and fall.

The years lay numbered, 

One upon one. 

The children numbered, 

As daughters and sons.

The markers are numbered,

 In long somber rows, 

Showing the days that are numbered, 

From young until old.

Old tree planted by Thomas Jefferson

Life Eternal

The reality is this... All life starts, ends, & is reborn!

To some this concept is clouded, 

To others this concept is flawed, 

But into each new living thing 

There comes a blueprint of 

What was, 

What is, 

And what it will become.

As we pass to dust, 

Even our ashes become new to the earth.

 And these ashes feed the ground 

That will spring another piece of... 

Life Eternal!

I let Life pass me by.....

Monument to Col. William Smith

Life Just Passed Me By

I felt the wind like the touch of Spring, 

Gently passing in the glow of day. 

I saw a scene so far from me, 

Yet passing just a foot away. 

I heard God as I walked the hill. 

I stopped to listen and to pray, 

And time just passed on by.

My heart smiled, enjoyed, and cared, 

As my lungs filled with the sweet Spring air; 

And the breeze against my face wasn‟t even there, 

As life just passed on by.

They laughed at me for I beamed with love, 

For the grass that felt like silken glove, 

It gave me pleasure and just a bit of love, 

And time just passed me by. 

I heard the call of the meadow‟s lark, 

I felt the tree and its rugged bark, 

But time had passed me by.

For now I‟m grown and now I‟ve lost, 

The simple heart that would have bought, 

With a fortune or a ransom lost, 

But not even that could stop.. 

Time from passing me on by.

The Country Grave Yard...a final resting place!

The Graveyard 

The town’s family tree lies here, 

Guarded by an old iron gate 

That creaks in the wind 

On the short ride it takes. 

Here generations rest together as a history, 

Total and complete. 

The cold head stones, 

moss covered and worn away, 

You gaze upon at your feet. 

Tranquil and secluded, 

On a hill beyond a glen, 

Safe from the bustle of the world 

And the noise of modern men. 

Honored, the ones not forgotten, 

For you, flowers bloom in spring; 

To the others less fortunate, 

Honored only when the church bell rings. 

A mourning dove cries for you, 

And the breeze warms your resting place. 

Those gone before us, 

Who look up at God’s face. 

Following the Darkness to the Light!

The sunset approaches for us all!

I see the sunset coming closer with every day of my life.  This spot on Wellesley Island has seen it set for more years than I can know.  I sit and wonder how many people have sat at this shore before...in the same place...at the same time of day...and wondered how their life will end also.

I gaze to the Canada of today, though it appears at dusk the same as the Canada of "yesteryear".  The water the same rough and smooth.  The river the same..moving...moving...waiting to carry us all to the "light".  The light that comes to beckon us into the dark abyss of the here-after.