Pine box

If I can
grow old
like a tree —
preserving
life with every
fiber of its
being —
then my
pine box
will not be
an end
but a
beginning.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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12 Responses to Pine box

  1. sarahmonagle says:

    just lovely…

  2. So true. Excellent post.

  3. Funny you should post this poem today, Tyler. If you haven’t looked at FG this evening, you might like it πŸ˜‰ Best wishes, WG

  4. Outstanding. I love the sentiment *and* the way you’ve expressed it, Tyler. Richard and I have promised each other a ‘toast’ (cremation) followed by a tossβ€”into a garden or woods or some such, wherever there’s greenery hungry for a little ash feeding. πŸ™‚ I appreciate being amid the trees and out in nature in life; why shouldn’t I return the favor. πŸ˜€
    Happy first-week-of-February!
    Kathryn

    • Thank you, Kathryn! I’m glad you agree, my friend! When I die, I want my cremated remains scattered in the aspen grove by my Montana home. What an eventful first week of February…it’s snowing in Corvallis, Oregon today! It’s been such a dry Winter here that I’m relieved to see the white stuff on my doorstep! Hope you have a wonderful day πŸ™‚
      Cheers,
      Tyler

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