(Nov.8,1948 / Westbrook, maine)

Gabriel's Grub Song

Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one,
A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;
A stone at the head, a stone at the feet;
A rich, juicy meal for the worms to eat;
Rank grass overhead, and damp clay around,
Brave lodging for one, these, in holy ground!

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Dave, you are quite the poet. And I fully agree with you on this one... Really a good write for us all to look at.... For what it really is Jim Troy