Lay me down here in the shade in this small hollow in the ground,
Let the rush of the world pass me by,
Lay me down and let me rest awhile,
Take the weight off my shoulders for I can carry it no longer,
Release my burden for I am too old to carry on,
My weary head is bowed, my back is broken.
Lay me down here in the shade in this small hollow in the ground,
For life has finally worn me away,
Lay me down and leave me to my peaceful sleep,
The weight must pass to those that can shoulder it,
For I have done all I can and can suffer no more,
My life has been lived, my spirit is free.
This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt – Shade curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.
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Thank you
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Seems like several others have mentioned, I am experiencing the dropping of blogs I follow Iain.
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I seem to be as well Di, at least it is a common problem, hopefully something WordPress can look at.
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I’ve noticed a few changes in formats and layouts but as far as I know I’m still on the old platform/reader/editor.
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Yep, exactly the same here
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Glad I’m not the only one! I’ve been having a few craft moments lately and beginning to doubt myself!
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what a sadly beautiful write here. The phrase “lay me down”… reminds me of many poems read and written over the years. Especially the poem “Do not stand at my grave and weep” by Mary Elizabeth Frye. I’ve read it many a time at Memorial Day.
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Thank you, I wasn’t planning a poem but that phrase seemed to inspire it.
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Quite lovely! ❤
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Thank you Penny 🙂
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[ my life has been lived…]
Are the words my mother told me when her cancer came back.
It encouraged me to live my life and not just exist.
And when she passed the first thing I noticed was her spirit being freed.
I’m grateful.
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I’m so pleased my little piece spoke to you in such a way Vernon.
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So beautiful
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Thank you Janette
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This reads as if it should be sung, Iain.
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Not with my voice, but I agree! 🙂
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Not mine either 😉
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So sad and poignant, Iain.
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Such a beautiful poem, Iain. I can see it as a touching epitaph on a great person’s tomb, or as a poignant but fitting reading at a service of remembrance. You’ve created something quite special here.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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So beautiful!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Beautifully written and soulful, Iain…
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Thank you so much
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Recognizing when one’s time is done is a bold and beautiful thing. 🙂 … a truly evocative piece.
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Thank you so much for visiting and your kind comment 🙂
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Lovely, Iain. Really.
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Thank you Jennie
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You’re welcome, Iain.
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