When you throw my ashes

When you throw my ashes into the river

I will only see the sea again

When you throw my ashes into the river

The Oldman will take me through the prairies

Summer, Spring, Autumn or Winter

I'd go down the river like flotsam jetsam

With the fish, the logs and empty cans

Of dreams and hope, beer and mixed drinks

Washing away my past and all the sins

I will see children playing along the shore

And fishers casting line after line

Women dipping their feet after work

And lovers passing a bottle of wine

Dreamers doing nothing, just sitting there

A grandpa showing a boy how to skip a rock

Young dogs splish-splashing everywhere

Dingies and small boats tied to a dock

In the water though darker things to lurk

A rusty rifle, used one time, and bones

The car never found in 65, I heard

And combs n shoes of too many loved ones