If I live too long
don't take me
off the mountain
don't take me
from my home,
if I live too long.
Remember me
to the tree I planted
below the barn
above the brook
where I once waded
remember me
To the grass
in springtime
that with hand scythe
I brought low
now you know
where the grass grows
And where to plant me.
Water my lips
and cover me in
good burlap
Don't worry my breath
will give out
as you lay my head
If I live too long.
(From Mountain Bound Poems)