Under the Oaks

Bury me beneath the Oaks,
That's where I'd like to Sleep.
 
Scatter my ashes wide, Dear,
There's nothing left to keep.
 
Bury me beneath the Oaks,
May all their branches weep.
 
Far into the forest, Dear,
Its cool and dark and deep.
 
Bury me beneath the Oaks,
that's where one day we'll meet.
 
Come find me in the forest, Dear,
when you take that gentle leap.
This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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