His old house was on a hill <br />little evidence left as proof <br />an old wheel <br />and some flowers standing aloof <br /> <br />the flowers survived them all <br />reaching out to space <br />growing thick and tall <br />in the same place <br /> <br />over the horizon came a new dawn <br />on the scape a new picture drawn <br /> <br />raindrops rays of light <br />what was there is now out of sight <br /> <br />not much left to prove <br />some lore and print <br />to the future we move <br />as those days went <br /> <br />once full of life and sound <br />things made with skill <br />now he's in the ground <br />laying there 'still'<br /><br />ERNEST CLARY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butch-clary-s-place/
