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 Sadly smiling Sleepily detached 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. |