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When Johnny Cash died 12 September 2003 David Martin Clarke sent us this week's poem.
Dave himself passed away just before Christmas 2010.
He left us some wonderful poetry and memorable short stories; he was also a big Johnny Cash fan.
When he visited Johnny's grave he wrote this poem and somehow I can never think of one without remembering the other.
JOHNNY'S GRAVE
On his grave I cast my eyes
As I stood in the pouring rain,
My mind went wandering thru years
Thru songs of love and pain.
He sang for those in prison
For the lonely and depressed,
He praised the work of Jesus,
In humble Black he dressed.
He captured all our hearts
With his gravel voice so strong,
Told of things that happened
That were never right, but wrong.
I raised my eyes to Heaven
And looked at the evening sky,
And remembered how it all began
'Hey Porter and Cry! Cry! Cry!'
Some years ago he left this world
To a better place he's gone,
Where his Demons can't torment him,
Here; his spirit will live on.
I pray to God you're happy, John
As I gaze up to the moon,
I hear you singing "Ring of Fire"
To your one true love - the lovely June.
© David Martin Clarke
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