Memoriam:
David Berry

I hear the flute afar that calls me Home;

  A friend has gone ahead to find the place,

  And fill It with sweet music God's grace.

  His eyes were blue as Heaven's azure dome.

We dropp't a body down beneath the loam,

  What matter's that?  I still can see Dave's face

  And feel the intense rhythm of his pace,

  An urge to search which kept him on the roam.

I wear a scarf he wove to keep me warm

  When cold Aquilo blows a frigid ayre;

  A blanket that he made hangs in the hall

Outside my bedroom door.  Memories swarm

  About my mind: the ringlets in his hair,

  White wine, long conversations to recall.


                          25 May 1976
                          Albert Glover
                          


DAVID WOULD SAY:
  Do not for me Weep
  I am not here- I do not sleep
  I am the thousand Winds that blow
  I am a diamond glint on the snow
  I am the sunlight on the grain
  I am the Autumn's gentle rain
  I am the birds circling in flight
  So do not at my grave cry
  I am not there-- I did not die!
--Julia ``Mom-mom'' Berry


DAVID'S GRAVE

Warm summer sun
  shine brightly here
Warm southern wind
  blow softly here
Green sod above - lie light
  lie light
Good night dear son -
  good night
  good night
-
David was peacefully released, May 12, 1976.
--Mom-mom, May 1977


i can stand on my own feet now
but daddy i still need you
--Jane Siberry