The green lawn flows out from my feet as
Shallow sea water rolling over wave.
Manicured to the nth, each blade cut precise
A carpet growing to the sun.
To my sides swathed in carpet
Loved ones held dear, forever with me
In this strange and new world, never
Speaking, only keeping, the vigil in silence.
At my head, tight cut granite
Bears my name, a few facts
Leaving to insignificance
The significance I once had.
Beyond; ancestors, all in silent repose,
Waiting for something. Dressed in their finest
Metals and woods, linked to the soil
Locked neath this green flowing lawn.