Mountain Grave Poem by Kim Barney
Mountain Grave
I love those verdant mountains;
I want to be there in the trees
among those pines and wild bluebells
and grass up to my knees.
And when it's time to bury me,
oh, bury me in those hills
where quaking aspen shimmer
and coyote calling thrills.
Don't dump me in the roiling sea;
I need some dirt to lay my head.
The fish won't make a meal of me;
let the hillside be my bed.
I'll be buried in those mountains;
remember what I've said,
but friends, before you bury me,
please wait until I'm dead.
Lol. So there's guys wanting to bury you alive. Run for the hills. Great poem.
Kim, I want to be buried next to my parents or my ashes thrown in the Detroit River. This is an excellent poem. Bravo!
This poem is on my favorites list, and I had to come back and read it again!
Excellent. I understand, and agree, whole-heartedly! Great poem. Love the picture also; is that somewhere around Escalante
Being buried alive no pleasure even in those scenic mountains. But no worries, if your still kicking hopefully some curious critter will dig you up. Great poem, lots of good lines.
Same here, Pardner. No sea for me. Plant me under a tree. Great poem! Five stars!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Five stars! I love the ending!