Today I am sharing with you the last part of my father’s trilogy of poems. You can find the first part, Warpe Elegy, here. The second part, After the rain, was shared here.
If you’d like to read the original poems, click here.
WE ARE COMING HOME
and this is where we are going to die here
where we live
where snow is and heat and stone
and fur skin animal and pain-child and happiness –
where everything grows and decays and where we grow
and grow old and crazy
until the wind
carries the ashes out into the forest
through ivy and bearskin fescue
Poem and photograph by Bert Strebe.