19-SEP-2009
At the End of the Day
They sat, remembered and spoke among themselves. They gently lowered a brew on George's
Stone so he could somehow join in their discourse, his spirit coursing
Among theirs. The freshly laid stone of Helen was graced by two goblets of wine
One red, one white. So Helen was joined to the gathering. They laughed, remembered,
felt each other's presence in joy, comfort and peace. So it came to pass that these images
on which your eyes do pause, found their meaning.
19-SEP-2009
George and Helen
George and Helen emain 'tis known
Beneath that verdant pasture, the wooded hills
In the morning shadow of Mount Whiteface
And in the evening of Chocorua. And the brook chatters by
Easy to hear from the Wonalancet graveyard.
The wine bottle a sentinel, the glasses a memory of the gay times
Passed in Greenpeace. Sons, daughters, sons and daughters of
Sons and Daughters will resurrect the spirits of bygone years
And all will be merry again.
