Dad's wishes were that his ashes be put in the Santiam River. I think he was above working with Ma Nature. The day my Texas sister could make it was magnificent. Robert Lewis Stevenson's song "Away the Boats" has been stuck in my head. I am taking liberties with it.
Dark blue is the river and golden is the sand.
It flows along forever, with trees on either hand.
Autumn leaves a-floating, eddy on the shore
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| sending love to dad |
Flowers of mine a-floating, for the man we adore.
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| my little sister and I |
Away goes the river, away past the mill
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| my sisters with their wonderful husbands |
Away down the river, a hundred miles or more
Away down the river, the man that we adore.
