Where Tulips Grow...

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By: Wayne Brown

There’s a place up the valley where the tulips grow

The long grass is green and the creek waters flow

A very special place that only a few will know

A place I’d like to be when my time comes to go



When that time comes for an old farmer like me

That is the one place I would so I like to be

With its many dimensions; all the beauty to see

A perfect place to rest for an old farmer like me



Life has its burdens, rewards, and its passions

I’ve had my share of all in about every fashion

I’ve done my best and that is all a man can do

Love your neighbor; to your own heart be true



Life brings joy; the miracle birth of a child

The smell of honeysuckle vines growing wild

The cool winds nipping at the nape of your neck

A place falling down from an old farmer’s neglect



All makes the parts of life; seeds that grow; stars at night

The many loves we share and the bloody wars that we fight

At some point when we combine the joys and the strife

We realize what God gave us when he gave us this life



There’s a sweet smell of lilac on that westerly wind

It was there when I buried my wife and my other kin

It’s always been there when the reaper comes to call

A pleasantly sweet aroma for that once and final fall



My time is coming; the smell of lilac is stronger by the day

I don’t have no fears, I’m ready to go if death comes my way

I‘ve had a life full of things that lay gentle on a man’s heart

I’ve drank my fill, done my best, and played my finest part



So let that sweet lilac waft on winds that blow against my door

I’ve farmed the land and raise my family; completed every chore

If the time has come to go before the Lord to take my stand

Then let it come, I’ll stake my stand; meet the Lord hat in hand



But just one thing more before you go, hear what I have to plea

Should death come my way, there’s one thing you can do for me

Take me up in that little green valley where the creek waters flow

Take me to my final resting place there where the tulips grow



© Copyright WBrown2011. All Rights Reserved.


11/26/2011

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Comments 15 comments

seedplanter 5 years ago

Well, it's 8:32 in the morning and my eyes just brimmed with tears.

Beautiful message, beautiful life. You've shared from the heart and that touches readers. Thank you. (I loved this: "Then let it come, I’ll stake my stand; meet the Lord hat in hand.")


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Senoritaa 5 years ago

So very touching! Incredible!


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Hyphenbird 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

This really is lovely even with the rhyme which I usually don't really care for. This is subtle and wonderfully woven in to the poem though. The line "A place I’d like to be when my time comes" makes me remember my Mom and Dad who are buried together at the foot of the mountain both loved so much. Thank you Wayne for this lovely poem.


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asmaiftikhar 5 years ago from Pakistan

beautiful, awesome and unique hub keep it up! voted up!


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anndavis25 5 years ago from Clearwater, Fl.

I think everybody remembers a time of specialness. I have mine. I go there in meditation. It rejuvinates me. At peace and one with nature. Lovely poem.


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molometer 5 years ago

If there was ever such a thing as a manly poem I think I just found it.

Beautifully written and the imagery is very clear, loss and preparing to meet your loved ones who have passed.

voted up and beautiful


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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

Wonderful sad poem. It would be great to lay in-between daffodils and tulips. Voted up awesome and beautiful.


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Huntgoddess 5 years ago from Midwest U.S.A.

I agree with Seedplanter, about meeting the Lord "hat in hand."

That was really sweet.

The video looks really great. Unfortunately, I'm at a computer that has no video or audio capability right now. I love those old black and white ones, though! I'm saving it to watch when I get a chance.

A very nice poem about all life, Wayne. Thanks so much.

It reminds me a little bit of a poem by Thomas Hardy, that I've always liked very much. It's called "Afterwards". My poetry teacher said he disliked it.

He assigned "The Man He Killed" by Thomas Hardy, for class. This was way back in the '70's. (The 1970s, that is LOL. Just for the record -- I was already an "older" student back then.)

You can read "Afterwards" at:

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afterwards/

That is very beautiful, about your dear Mom and Dad, Hyphenbird.

Yes, it is manly, also. That's a good point, molometer :-)


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@Huntgoddess...I had not seen that poem by Hardy before. It does carry those questions which come across our mind as to how we will be seen once we are gone. Interesting. Thanks much for the read and the good comments. WB


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onlinearticlespk 5 years ago from Islamabad, Pakistan

nice


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Movie Master 5 years ago from United Kingdom

That little green valley sounds like the perfect resting place.

This poem is incredibly touching, thank you.


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breakfastpop 5 years ago

So beautiful and oh so sad. I just finished listening to Josh Groban's Fly Me Up and your poem put me over the edge. up beautiful and awesome, Wayne.


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@onlineearticlespk...Thank you very much! WB

@Movie Master...Thank you. Glad I could evoke the emotion. WB

@breakfastpop...Well back, Poppy! Sorry it had to happen on a sad note! Thanks much! WB


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drbj 5 years ago from south Florida

Tender, touching, sentimental and beautiful all rolled into one. Excellent, Wayne. And the tulips photo ties it all together. Makes one almost want to go . . . but not just yet.


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@drbj...I'm with ya, Doc! LOL! Thanks much! WB

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