I'll Fly Away
In honor of Memorial Day and to the memories of those we have loved and lost.
Four Years and Years
We buried you on a lonely hill
(And I suppose you lie there still),
But it has been at least four years
Since I journeyed to your side;
And while you’ve slept your final sleep,
I’ve had one reckless ride.
Life’s revved me up and slowed me down;
I have been lost,
I have been found—
And as grass covered your
Daylilies ranged the fields around,
And over your still feet
Sweet clover twined and climbed,
Mine have stumbled on to meet
The blocks and chocks of traveling time.
I will not pass this way again,
For my bones likely won’t abide
On this stony mountainside
But will be buried where I land;
And where that is, I have not planned
And would not, even if I could.
But if perchance I have the chance
And have not ceased to be,
I will think of you for years
In the lily-littered lea
Of the uneventful dead;
And as you sleep forever
In your high and lonesome bed,
In my mind I still will place
Wildflowers at your head.
taken from Elementa (Loosey Goosey Press, 2008)
You can read Luan Gaines' review of Elementa at www.curledup.com/elementa.htm
and an interview at www.curledup.com/intfgoble.htm.
You can hear a bluegrass version of this classic gospel song (written by Albert E. Brumley) performed by Alison Krauss and Gillian Welch here:
To view large: www.flickr.com/photos/grafixer/3558235455/sizes/o/