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Blue Sky
by Tony WhitakerBury me beneath my blue sky
Be in ashen or mortal form
Bury me beneath my blue sky
In the state
Where I was born
In the Army, served in Texas
Juárez, México made me a man
But Sunday mornings, wherever
This lost boy awoke
Memories moved me, wanting
Back to my native land
Switzerland is now my home
Where Alps and castles rise
But if I die
In this magic place
In ashen or mortal form
Bury beneath Carolina blue skies
In the state
Where I was born
08/05/2008 Author's Note: There's no place like home...
Posted on 08/05/2008
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/05/08 at 12:19 PM ...good one, Tony, goooood sentiment... |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 08/09/08 at 04:53 AM This is a great one. I understand the feelings expressed in this piece having spent time abroad. Switzerland is awesome though I prefer Lucerne. peace always --bf |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/07/09 at 04:30 PM I like the Juarez allusion and the journey away from home and back. Very evocative, Tony. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/03/09 at 11:17 AM I simply adore this ode.
similarly to you, Tony, I wish such burial in the place where I was born, at some hour in the morn or so I was told. |
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