Bury me beneath the prairie sod
Under the wide and rolling sky
Lay me down in the arms of the earth
Below where the meadowlarks flit and fly
Send me to rest in the cradle of the plains
By the meadow where the sunflower grows.
Where the wheat field whispers in the muted dusk
In the land where the south wind blows.
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So beautiful!
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Loved this one. -Prairie Girl
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Lovely.
The south wind blew chilly, but the sun shone brightly. The cedars to the north and west broke the wind. We were a mass of humanity packed together for warmth and comfort – mostly family.
We laid her to rest beside her husband Abe who was the first to be buried in this cemetery twenty-one and one half years ago.
Thanks, Lori
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Joying to live, I joy to die–bury me low and let me lie!
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