Shake Me Out At O'dell

by

Phil Pochurek

When my time on this earth is over
And my work is finally done
I won’t take up space
By being planted in the ground.
The earth is a place for the living
No sense wasting good real-estate
While the living are still around.
When I finally go don’t shed any tears
By then everyone should know,
I’m just moving on to what lies beyond
At the end of my living years.
That I’ve gone on ahead to find the way
And I’ll be waiting their for them
Waiting to show them
All the things that I’ve learned
When it’s there time to begin.
So ice the kegs down in the morning
And pile the wood high into the twilight.
At sunset we’re having a party.
I’ll be the one stacked on top of the pyre
Wrapped up in muslin white.
Circle round me and bring on your torches
Raise your glasses for one final toast.
Light the fire for the Angels to see me
And all my friends who have loved me the most.
Later when all the beer is gone
And the fire has burnt down to embers
Get the ones who are left and still awake
All their memories spent they can remember,
For I have one last request to make.
Gather my ashes in an old watering can
And take me up to O’dell Lake.
Shake me out along the cindered shores
Across from Diamond Peak.
Around the ferns and under the firs
Some where near Boyles Creek.
Where I can watch the sunsets
And listen to the lapping waves,
Watch the Eagles soaring high above me
Until the end of days.
And when the mists of Autumn come
Before the Winter snows
I can finally watch the Otters playing on the dock
And they’ll never even know.
Then when the Kokanee come to spawn
In flaming crimson red
I’ll bid them a fond farewell,
While a full moon rises over Diamond Peak
I’ll be at home at last, forever at O’dell.

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