Grandfather. Part IV. Autumn - Harvest

I will not die I will stay Between you and the sun Between the grass in the meadow Cuddled by the scythe Between the breathe of the horse And swallow in the window frame With prayer and the plow Tearing through earth I will plough your heart Between the wrinkles in the barn’s door Where the scent of hay flows I will stay as the last one from you all I will stay Between you And eternity Poem dedicated to Grandfather. Written by Jacob 21. Sept, 2019 in Latvia. This is the last part of short documentary