orgami's Diaryland Diary

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the grave

we did not burn a fire
to melt the frost
but hand picked it with
a pick axe and a spud bar

the dog had died in the night
we built a pine box from the
rough slabs we were using
in the stove at the shop

the sun shone through the
heavy flakes and it was cold
and it was hard digging through
all that..three feet of snow
on the ground on top

wrapped him in a blanket and dragged
him on the tobboggan across the lawn
to the corner where the dog graves
were

took us hours...when we broke through
the steam rose.. nothing but pit run
and round glacial stones.. we dug
a four foot deep hole Lowered him
in said a little word and put the dirt
back on him..the snow never let up
and it was pretty and hell...the sun
was just starting to get behind the
hill when we were back in the house

1:11 a.m. - 2012-09-15

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