Mark's fifth wheel burned up at Stephen Foster Park in May. Here he is the next day with his bed at Ocean Pond. He was sleeping under the stars. Mark didn't look back. He was planning to go north and to refit his diesel truck with a step in and do Clifftop and such. My last email to him was to show him one of his t shirts on YOUtube. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8r-x7BiI1g
White Springs 2006
by Tom T Hall
I have traveled this world over
I have rambled all my days
When my journey's have all ended
Place some flowers on my grave.
Local Flowers, just some Daisies
Wildwood flowers from the hills
Where I will spend my eternal hours
Lay me down with Local Flowers.
Please don't buy those Red Carnations
I don't need the Lilies fair
Just go walkin' on the mountain
Gather while it's blooming there.
Rosemary means that you'll remember
Clover sweet as the love we shared
Ramblin' Roses say you care.
Let the birds sing from the tree tops
Let the grass grow where it may
No arrangement, no bright ribbons
Just a simple, wild bouquet.