I thought I'd make this list because
I'm not as young as I once was.
So here's (should fortune not deny)
ten things to do before I die:
I'd love to board a ship quite fair
and set course for the land o'er there;
where nature's treasures stretch for miles -
to set foot on the Shaky Isles.
A library, I'd love to see
that held a volume writ by me.
I'd really love to pen a book -
something that was worth a look.
To serve a dinner would be grand -
with every item from my land.
Home grown vegetables and fruit;
but not our lambs -- they're far too cute.
Across the world, I'd love to go,
to see a land of ice and snow.
And there with distant friends I'd meet;
their company would be a treat.
I'd love to build right nearby me
a celestial observat'ry;
To gaze for hours upon the stars -
to watch the moon and check out Mars.
The banjo, I would love to play;
not mucking 'round -- but the right way.
Dance music of the Irish type:
A reel or jig, but not hornpipe.
My partner's learning the keyboard
entirely of her own accord.
When we get good, we'll start a band
and strut our stuff across the land.
I want to live where I can see
no one at all, but you and me;
No rows of houses topped with tiles -
just us two for miles and miles.
Let's plan a trip into the heart -
two thousand miles, we'd better start.
We'll sit and watch -just me and you-
the sun go down on Uluru.
I'd take my girl (without in-laws)
to visit once more England's shores.
In that far land across the Earth
to see again her place of birth.
Should time permit I hope to do
of all these things, at least a few.
And when my bucket list is done,
bury me facing toward the sun.
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