A special poem about a man who finds peace in death via an idea he once had. |
-Halcyon- by Keaton Foster Alone At home In a field By a tree Buried deep Per instructions As entrusted Written plain Eloquent Simple Understandable Important his wish Deeply woven Within the life Now so missed By those left A special place A childhood oasis The only one safe The only refuge He called his own In life he suffered In death He shouldn't That's what he wanted That's what he was given Carved into the tree The one providing shade The one marking his grave Dozens of years before Is the word Halcyon Those who've seen it Those who've read it Struggled to define it Not native diatribe Not simple speak The man who carved it Knew what it meant Thus he is the one Now marked by it His life The one that he gave Was anything but peace But now in death True meaning will be spent He will have his peace A troubled free rest From living What his life once meant This land will never be bought This Eden will never be developed No one will ever make home here No one except for him This tree will only grow Never will it fall It will stand forever As an homage to him He wrote it in his will He spelled out each detail He secured the funds Bought up the land Had is designated A sanctuary of death His Halcyon Carved into the tree Protecting the man Now deceased Resting peacefully underneath He is and will always be Truly at peace... Halcyon Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |