sprinkle them with me
take pinches of my ashes please
sprinkle them where are the trees
where many a long walk i stopped for pees
and a pinch or two in every bay
where we swam most every day
and under the night where we never saw
the shooting stars where they said they are
across the meadows deep and sweet
a few granules sprinkle at your feet
or throw a few at a passing bird
or butterfly or the pastured herd
in marsh tides with their rush and flow
in all the place that you know
we held in our hands the truly we
sprinkle my ashes sprinkle my me
come on - go on
sprinkle them with me
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