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If you have a moment, please visit my furbaby angel, Javier. Many thanks.|
I am a freelance photographer, writer, blogger, and tutor in Columbia, South Carolina.
I have the privilege of being a contributor to American Cemetery & Cremation, a magazine serving the death care industry.
In addition to my blog I'm Having A Thought Here, I maintain two photography websites:
Jennifer Weber Photography
Angel Funeral Photography
I would be one with the dark, dark earth:
Follow the plough with a yokel tread.
I would be part of the Indian corn,
Walking the rows with the plumes o'erhead.
I would be one with the lavish earth,
Eating the bee-stung apples red:
Walking where lambs walk on the hills;
By oak-grove paths to the pools be led.
I would be one with the dark-bright night
When sparkling skies and the lightning wed --
Walking on with the vicious wind
By roads whence even the dogs have fled.
I would be one with the sacred earth
On to the end, till I sleep with the dead.
Terror shall put no spears through me.
Peace shall jewel my shroud instead.
I shall be one with all pit-black things
Finding their lowering threat unsaid:
Stars for my pillow there in the gloom, --
Oak-roots arching about my head!
Stars, like daisies, shall rise through the earth,
Acorns fall round my breast that bled.
Children shall weave there a flowery chain,
Squirrels on acorn-hearts be fed: --
Fruit of the traveller-heart of me,
Fruit of my harvest-songs long sped:
Sweet with the life of my sunburned days
When the sheaves were ripe, and the apples red.
= Vachel Lindsay =