Wildwood

​Cast me ashes as the sky winds fly
by sea or lake, hill or vail
Don’t matter to me where my ashes’ll be
Just carve me a name in Wildwood
 
Cast me ashes, cast them by 
over desert, canyon or mountainside
Don’t matter to me where my ashes lie
Just leave me a stone in Wildwood
 
Or cast me ashes in this hallowed ground
on the wooded slope with my ancestors
Don’t matter say I, where my ashes lie
Just carve me a stone in Wildwood
 
Six generations here on this slope 
and a good three more on the hills beyond
Don’t matter to me if you know or not
Just leave me a stone in Wildwood
 
Scanning the graves on this Eastern slope
I know deep down, my time will come
I carry an ease, a solace, a peace
with a spot ever after in Wildwood
 
Anora Sutherland McGaha
(written between 2017 - 2025)

Descended from hundreds, including the youngest son of Henry Adams of Braintree.