One ventured 'pon a moto ride
upon a cloudy day
the open road was straight ahead
the distant get away
Road by road one drove in stride
without a care in sight
when just ahead a storm cloud brew
and deluge fell with might
Diverted then the one did ride
and u-turn did he make
upon a road not seen before
the best that he might take
And venture down this unseen path
toward Georgia's county line
diversion of the falling rain
the trouble left behind
When once across the state bound mark
one noticed to his side
a graveyard in an open field
with headstones all in line
A venture there to see the marks
of those now come and gone
would be a rest for forlorn drink
of quenching thirst brought on
The swelt'ring heat did blast upon
the forehead one did rise
while squinting toward the heated sun
to shield one's blinded eyes
When all at once a white cabbed truck
pulled in the stone clad yard
One wondered at the site of him
twas he the sacred guard?
The crusty soul with jolly laugh
and deepened country slang
asked one his business quite thus there
above the corpse remains
A visit to the future spoke
the one with interest there
to mind the dash within his life
and ponder purpose clear
Upon which tale the crusty soul
invited one to see
the headstone of his long passed wife
the place her body be
While visit there three times to five
each day he mourned her side
and reminisced of marriage life
years sixty two aligned
His name there written beside hers
with photo in the midst
with only one date 'pon his stone
the other still amiss
An invite did he give to one
to sit upon his bench
that overlooked his dear bride's site
a comfort he entrenched
He spoke of corn and green bean vines
the peas within his fields
and shared of country dinner times
and foregone whiskey stills
And listened one to all his tales
till heat from bench dispersed
and both agreed to move from there
lest derriere hurt worse
The praying hands atop his stone
the cross above her side
gave interest to the one who watched
this grieving of his bride
“Were she a Christian?” one did ask
and waited for response
“Oh yes”, said he” the crusty one
with ne'r one nonchalance
But thee ole one who grieves his wife
one asked of his commit
“no, never did” he answered thus
did honestly admit
But there they'll lie you crusty one
down deep beneath your stone
and there you'll lay in constant state
abandoned and alone
Beneath your marks thou soon must lie
and some shall wonder then
did you but know the Savior's love
and give thy life to Him
This meeting with two men alone
within this destined yard
to tell him of a “Savior's” love
for even distant bard
And though the plan God's meeting there
did move his soul a bit
he turned his stubborn head aside
not ready to commit
But alas some future times
one road and spoke again
to hear the crusty one submit
and yield his life to Him
A visit two or more till last
the flowers seen afresh
and there the placard marked his death
above his lifeless flesh
And thou oh one who reads these words
a stone awaiteth you
wilt thou but know the Savior's love
eternal life for you
And crossing 'pon this graven writ
of Arthur Bird's demise
hast thou considered thine own fate
the dash within thy life
For once thou buried neath the sod
with headstone rose above
twill be the end of given choice
to know the Savior's love
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