by Nick Gisburne
The conclusion of a story begun in this poem’s companion piece: Cauliflower Dreams.
Remember him, a kind and gentle soul
We share these tears to know that he is gone
The goodness of his spirit makes us whole
And still the bonds of friendship linger on
He wandered, often, free and without fear
Returning home with tales of distant lands
Until, one day, at last, he settled here
He laboured, every day, with skilful hands
The riches found in marriage gave him joy
As one, they grew a garden, lush and green
She passed from life, yet nothing could destroy
The memory of all that they had been
Together, lift his body, raise his soul
And feed him to the dragon, roasted, whole
