Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me lie:

Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:

Here he lies where he long’d to be;

Home is the sailor, home from the sea,

And the hunter home from the hill.

Robert Louis Stevenson


does death come in threes

another old friend

stepped quietly

into the space

beyond this life

Vietnam vet

a sacrifice

he made

for us who chose

for so long

not to honor

the sacrifices

they made.

Charming gentleman

he was until

the need for

seclusion would hit.

then we would

not see him

for a spell

but he always

came back

now he is


“home is the sailor”


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