Lover Of The Great Outdoors

Sway
Lay a prayer mat
Down beside
To guide you

This tree
Will surely fall
Who but man
Would here insist

A counterbalance
A bench
To sit upon
So near the precipice

Stay
Lay your coat
Down
To unhide you

In memory of John Jones
Lover
Of the great outdoors
Nineteen twenty-five

Up to
The millennium
Often
Words alone are sufficient

Dwell
Settle
Rest
Be blessed

In this
The final place
The expectant place
Of rest 

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