In Memory of My Father -
George L. Haynes, Jr. - Deceased July 31, 2015
Where would I let them carry me upon the passing?
To a brilliant dew moistened summer morning,
Sky-blue smiles in faintly ironical glee
Sleepily indifferent, puts on color
Darker sky blue
Lighter sky blue
Faded sky blue
Wandering moon pale blue
Oh, I am waiting, ever waiting to go where they carry me.
Choose to buy a shirt of sunshine bright
Yellow moon of summer night
Rising sun slightly gold
Tears of dew moisten first hours
Pressed, dressed, putting on a shirt
And necktie red and gray
Wanderers grimace with moon madness
Wavering snakes of heat arise
Autumn hints with flapping
Green, yellow, red and orange leaves
Beneath soggy gray morning clouds
Wanderers in moon green envy
Summer morning violet peaks afar
So detached from where wanderers go
Under silver clouds of ironical faces
Overturned so where would they carry me then?
Rainbows sleepily stretch in indifference
Rain soaked shirts of dusky black
Bowed necktie skies grimly see a
Rainbow carrying me over the bridge to where?
Wandering moon shadows glow
Blending to silver and then gray
Blending into a darkness nary seen
Wanderers faintly ironical smiling
Lips bowed fire-red opalescence
Lips dew-kissed in pink gloss
Alas, where shall they carry me upon my passing?
Dad founded the Flying Sparks Model Airplane Club of Elmira, NY when I was a wee girl (year deliberately left out) and I chased his models whenever they went astray.