Delia Gist Gardner was the wife of cowboy poet Gail
Gardner, and the grandmother of cowboy poet Gail Steiger. She wrote this poem at the age of 65 when she
visited her old home and left it with a note for her family when she died.
‘Hail
and Farewell’
By
Delia Gist Gardner
(Reflection
from a cabin in Skull Valley, Arizona, over an old Indian camping ground, 1945)
Think
not on my brittle bones mingling with dust, for
These
Are but a handful added
To those gone before.
Think, rather, that on this borrowed hilltop
One lived joyously, and died content.
These
Are but a handful added
To those gone before.
Think, rather, that on this borrowed hilltop
One lived joyously, and died content.
In
this dark soil
I found reminders, saying:
“You, too, will pass; savor for us
The wind and the sun.”
I found reminders, saying:
“You, too, will pass; savor for us
The wind and the sun.”
From
the smoke-blackened earth
I dug
A frail shell bracelet, shaped lovingly, skillfully,
For a brown skinned wrist, now dust.
The broken piece of clay
Was a doll’s foot and leg, artfully curved ,
Made for brown-eyed child.
I dug
A frail shell bracelet, shaped lovingly, skillfully,
For a brown skinned wrist, now dust.
The broken piece of clay
Was a doll’s foot and leg, artfully curved ,
Made for brown-eyed child.
Pottery
shards saying:
“Yours for a little time only
Take delight in this, as we did.”
“Yours for a little time only
Take delight in this, as we did.”
The
tree will die; the vine wither and rattle in the wind.
For I broke a law of Nature.
I carried the water to the hilltop. Nevertheless,
For those after me there will be
These things I have loved:
For I broke a law of Nature.
I carried the water to the hilltop. Nevertheless,
For those after me there will be
These things I have loved:
Morning
sun rays, slanting across the hilltop,
Lighting the great trees in the green meadow.
Wind, the great blue sky,
Peace of the encircling hills
And flaming glow of sunset.
Lighting the great trees in the green meadow.
Wind, the great blue sky,
Peace of the encircling hills
And flaming glow of sunset.
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