They will bury me in a far off land
but my heart will lie on the hill
near that granite shaft
that thrusts itself aloft
marking the family plot,
that flameless beacon
homing without light
that will draw me back
to that lowly slot
long since readied for me,
to lie there rooted with them
who will so long have awaited
my coming home at last.
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