Visiting Poem by Jan Sand

Visiting



Come! Let's gather blueberries
In the garden of the deads
Where grandmommas and grandpappas
Rest their old gray heads.
When our pails fill full with berries,
Sitting near the stones we hear
Old ones dreaming under grass,

How the songs they sing are clear.
Songs of skies, of mud pies,
Of birds and trees and clouds and plants.
How they'd love to see you now
If they just could have the chance.
Songs of stories, cats and bells,
Cows that jump and dish and spoon.
But then, it's time to say goodbye.
We hear them sing, 'Come back soon! '

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