Ferry to Forever

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Ferry to ForeverAnn drove to her first patient, as a hospice nursefound Jack's Georgia cabin, near some Douglas Firsthough two oxygen tanks, sat by his wheelchairhe missed bayou breezes, and choked on his canned airlong as he had two good teeth, left in his old mouthJack cursed pureed carrots, and chewed hard on Kroger's troutthen one day Ann found him, slumped off to one sidehe pulled her close and whispered, something 'bout a rideon the ferry to foreverthrough the silver fogcrossing haunted riversmade from hollow logswhen his bones are buriedput his spirit on the ferrythe ferry to foreverAnn found his brother's address, on a letter or twodrove to Lousiana, cos phone calls wouldn't doshe saw their fam'ly acres, on a far riversidetook a misty ferry, to it that nighttalked with Jack's poor brother, 'bout death n fishin' till dawnsaying Jack had crossed homeward, like a sailor onthe ferry to foreverthrough the silver fogcrossing haunted riversmade from hollow logswhen his bones are buriedput his spirit on the ferrythe ferry to foreverall the years she spent nursing, in homes and hospital wardsAnn heard about westward trains, and T-Model Fordsand she'd picture the pony, she rode at her parents' homeknowing she'd ride him once more, cos we all have our ownferry to foreverferry to forever...(c)2006 Robert George