Sonnet 286

When I am gone, my home shall be your heart
Amongst other hallowed places I once roamed,
Ensconced in bosom true, never apart,
Together we shall walk upon the brome.
When you look out across a prairie grand
Or at the Rocky Mountains purpled grey,
Boreal forests vast in proud command
Or golden fields soft temperate winds do sway;
There you will see me, face to burning sun
Or softly melting into stands of trees,
Near lofty summit, victory almost won—
Or wandering foothills like some errant breeze.
Your quickened breast will tell you I am near,
That we together have but god to fear.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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