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This poem was originally written by Phillip M. Nance. He died September 7, 1997. He was an Air Force Pilot during World War II. After being shot down September 13, 1944 he spent nine months in a German prison camp called ‘Stalag 4’ and was released when the war ended. I remember reading this poem as a child, and have very few memories of my Uncle Phil. The poem hangs on the wall in my home, and reading it now, as an adult, it makes me smile. I love Illinois, the woods, the prairie, the endless fields, the dirt roads, the bonfires and especially the relationships I have established with the people in my community. We live. We die. We wage wars. We make peace. We laugh and we cry. I feel very fortunate to call this land my home, and even more fortunate to share it with so many beautiful people. Without you I am nothing.
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Oh, bury me beneath the maples at the end of a green corn row so boys when they’re agoin’ fishin’ they can stop and say hello. Many nights we sat a listenin’ while the fireflies winked their lights to the guitar and the fiddle. How we loved those summer nights. The fiddle now lies cold and silent, and the nights have gone away. The old guitar’s up in the attic, but the memory is here to stay. The Big War took our guitar player. Arthritis got the fiddler’s hand, but the corn still stands firm and fair upon the bosom of the land. And the willows by the fish pond wave in their old friendly way. “Come and dwell beneath my branches” those old willows seem to say. And the squirrels in the oak tree chatter as we walk below. Of the places I have been to, this is still the best I know. There’s a woods above the spring house where we always used to run, Since those days I don’t believe that I have ever had such fun. Walk with me through shady bowers. Share my many memories, tales of sorrow and of laughter, share the greatest times with me. Bury me beneath the maples at the end of a green corn row so boys when they’re agoin’ fishin’ they can stop and say hello.
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from Aftercare,
released March 14, 2015
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