Dec 09
may the dusty road, that you once walk,
rise up to greet you ,
may the strong breeze of Deadwood blow forever in your hair,
may the blazing st Helena sun shine on your face,
may the rain fall softy on your final resting place .
gliding you through the obyess of space,
chasing the stars,the moon and sun , sleep peacefully auntie Nora your day is done Dorothy