ODE FOR JOAN BAXTER
By Polly Guerin 3/31/2016
The daffold path leads me to the
grassy glen
Down by the steps we tread our
way and then
I will go there and sit upon the
marble bench
And will pray and reverie, I will
stay there
Where fair Joan is at rest in
springtime glory
I remember all the steadfast life
and her story
The wind cries through the
bending trees
Dropping tears in yon meandering
breeze
For our hearts are full of
weeping, Joan is sleeping
In an oasis in a garden where
memories are keeping
Her erudition was exemplary and
freely gave advice
That smoothed the journey
benefiting my life
No regrets, she tossed her blonde
hair to the wind
She gave all her heart and bade
me to take life easy
But I was young and foolish at I
did not understand
That there was purposeful meaning
in God's plan
For life is never really, I
realize, what it seems,
For mere mortals, merely a
wondrous dream
Forever in our hearts her memory
shall remain
And life without her will never
be the same
Now our hearts are full of
weeping
Now that Joan is forever
sleeping.
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