David Lowry Widell

Here is an epitaph, to the tune of I Ride an old Paint.

Now that I´m dead I don´t have to go home.
Leave me in the wetlands where I loved to roam.
Hand me my shotgun and aim it at a duck.
So I´ll see you all later, and I wish you good luck.
by. Karen Weissman-Reid. Written 2011.