What He Would've Wanted

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What He Would've WantedHe built them both a cabinhigh in the Tennessee hillsthey'd both ride horses to musicof whisp'ring pines and whippoorwillsso she rode up that mountainby the moon's chilly lightand let her poor man's ashesscatter to the nightthat's what he would've wantedand she knew him wellthough he'd never told hershe could just tellwhen someone is goneand all we can do is weepsomehow their dreams live oneven though they're asleepand that's what he would've wantedev'rything about that cabinbrought lonely tears to her eyeshis mem'ry was like a hick'rythat clings to dirt where it dieshe lived in the creaky porch stairsand shadows of the eavesbut she stayed at their old homesteadbecause she believedthat's what he would've wantedand she knew him wellthough he'd never told hershe could just tellwhen someone is goneand all we can do is weepsomehow their dreams live oneven though they're asleepand that's what he would've wantedone night riding in the wind,she could sense that he'd beenfrom southern valleys to northern skiesrather than stay in the dirt,he wanted to see the earthso she kept riding cos she realizedthat's what he would've wantedand she knew him wellthough he'd never told hershe could just tellwhen someone is goneand all we can do is weepsomehow their dreams live oneven though they're asleepand that's what he would've wanted(c)2004 Robert George