Whose Words These Are Only God Knows

WHOSE WOODS THESE ARE ONLY GOD KNOWS Whose woods these are only God knows Sparse and bare the trees A pleasant morning in the hottest time of the year- My task here is no more- The man I took care of for one year and one half is in his grave His kind and good wife said goodbye With a gift for my daughter and her child And a compensation check for me. What Promises are there for me to keep now? In these last years Before I too fade and die? The woods are light and small And the Developers will soon be here- I look up out at the Hill of the Holy city A soft calm wind blows- Never have I been so still inside- And miles to go before I sleep? The City sad and light and deep.