It’s odd but there is one thing most people like to do.
To spend a while beside the grave of some one that you knew.
You do it when you’ve time enough to make a quiet ride.
To see the fleecy clouds above and watch the shadows glide.
You think of things he did and said, and of the ways he had.
And now to think that he is dead. It makes you feel plum sad.
It brings the old days back again, you live them one by one.
You think of things that happened then, and what you should have done.
They say there’ll be a Judgment Day when dead men rise again.
So I suppose he’ll have to stay just where he is till then.
But then you reckon that the one who made the world knows best.
He takes them when their work is done and lets them have their rest.
And when at last our strength has failed we make our last long ride.
We leave this world and take the trail across the great divide.
So when it’s time to make the change we’ll go where they have gone.
We’ll meet them on another range somewhere in the beyond.
(Bruce Kiskaddon)
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