We have all come together
to say to my father one last good-bye
To set with him awhile and perhaps to cry. This morning my father's spirit voice came to me
On the gentle breeze that flows through the tall pine trees.
Bud, why do you cry?
You of all people know,
my spirit has not died
I have only crossed the mountain
to rest on the other side.
I have joined the men that I once called
my brothers with pride
The warrior's who once stood
so boldly by my side.
And yes the grandson's they are all here too
they send their love to each and every one of you.
The words in the Bible are true,
and I leave them now with you
And God shall wipe all tears from their eyes.
Up here Bud, no one ever cries
Because as you know
The Spirit Never Dies!
Ernie Smiling Hawk
With Love to my Dad
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