THREE RIVERS CEMETERY

Naked slopes, steep manzanita red
with rock and leafless oaks, fall
into the slow Kaweah and reach

into the blue from the headstones
of pioneers, terraced family plots
facing west, all looking up

as generations gather, heads bowed.
How many times has Earl sung
to this timeless skyline, how many

of his cattle calls still reverberate
in these canyons? No cowboy song,
he picks “School Days” for her childhood

chums, gray octogenarians recalling
the twinkle beneath jet-black hair.
Simple sendoff with simple words,

everyone of us believing she will be
welcomed “In the Garden”—everyone of us
converted for a good, long moment.

                                                  for Barbara Brewer Ainley

 

 

Obituary

 

2 responses to “THREE RIVERS CEMETERY

  1. Oh I’m so sorry to hear of her passing; a lovely poem, for a kind and classy lady. I remember her with a great deal of admiration. My prayers go out to Frank and her entire family.

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  2. What a lovely post, a beautiful way to remember someone dear.

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