Well folks, you have wanted this poem for years and finally Wallace McRae has given permission to use it on the web page. Have fun!
What is reincarnation? A cowboy asked his friend.
It starts, his old pal told him, when your life comes to an end.
They wash your neck and comb your hair and clean your fingernails,
And put you in a padded box away from lifeís travails.
The box and you goes in a hole thatís been dug in the ground.
Reincarnation starts in when youíre planted neath that mound.
Them clods melt down, just like the box, and you who is inside.
And thatís when you begin your transformation ride.
And in a while the grass will grow upon your rendered mound,
Until some day, upon that spot, a lonely flower is found.
And then a horse may wander by and graze upon that flower
That once was you, and now has become your vegetated bower.
Now, the flower that the horse done eat, along with his other feed,
Makes bone and fat and muscle essential to the steed.
But thereís a part that he canít use and so it passes through.
And there it lies upon the ground, this thing that once was you.
And if perchance, I should pass by and see this on the ground,
Iíll stop awhile and ponder at this object that Iíve found.
Iíll think about Reincarnation and life and death and such,
And come away concludiní, why, you ainít changed all that much.
Printed by permission of Wallace McRae