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funeral poem for a farmer

Discussion in 'Agricultural Matters' started by aax, Feb 26, 2013.

  1. aax
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    aax New Member

    Location:
    devon
    Im looking for a poem that starts with hang up your shovel your work here is done but cant seem to find it anywhere and would appreciate if anyone knew where to look thanks in advance aax
  2. Is it this one?
    CLOSE THE GATE
    For this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head,
    Your time has been and struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed.

    Years were not easy, many downright hard, but your faith in God transcended,
    Put away your tools and sleep in peace. The fences have all been mended.

    You raised a fine family, worked the land well and always followed the Son,
    Hang up your shovel inside of the barn; your work here on earth is done.

    A faith few possess led your journey through life, often a jagged and stony way,
    The sun is setting, the cattle are all bedded, and here now is the end of your day.

    Your love of God’s soil has passed on to your kin; the stories flow like fine wine,
    Wash off your work boots in the puddle left by blessed rain one final time.

    You always believed that the good Lord would provide and He always had somehow,
    Take off your gloves and put them down, no more sweat and worry for you now.

    Your labor is done, your home now is heaven; no more must you wait,
    Your legacy lives on, your love of the land, and we will close the gate.

    Nancy Kraayenhof.
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  3. Muck Spreader
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    Muck Spreader Member

    Location:
    Limousin


    This one by Nancy Kraayenhof ?

    Close the Gate (For Dad)

    For this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head,
    Your time has been and struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed.

    Years were not easy, many downright hard, but your faith in God transcended,
    Put away your tools and sleep in peace. The fences have all been mended.

    You raised a fine family, worked the land well and always followed the Son,
    Hang up your shovel inside of the barn; your work here on earth is done.

    A faith few possess led your journey through life, often a jagged and stony way,
    The sun is setting, the cattle are all bedded, and here now is the end of your day.

    Your love of God’s soil has passed on to your kin; the stories flow like fine wine,
    Wash off your work boots in the puddle left by blessed rain one final time.

    You always believed that the good Lord would provide and He always had somehow,
    Take off your gloves and put them down, no more sweat and worry for you now.

    Your labor is done, your home now is heaven; no more must you wait,
    Your legacy lives on, your love of the land, and we will close the gate.


    Cleverly disguised as a responsible adult, I’m Nancy Kraayenhof. Share your comments, questions or ideas with me at Nancy861@msn.com


    Read more: http://www.grit.com/blogs/blog.aspx?blogid=4294967364#ixzz2LzruPPVo
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  4. Nearly
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    Nearly Member

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    YO7
    Copy and pasted to word, hope I remember where it is when I need it. Thanks
  5. MF-ANDY
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    MF-ANDY Member

    Location:
    s.e cambs
    here's the one i read at my father's funeral


    THE OLD FARMERS PRAYER
    Time just keeps moving on
    Many years have come and gone
    But I grow older without regret
    My hopes are in what may come yet.
    On the farm I work each day
    This is where I wish to stay
    I watch the seeds each season sprout
    From the soil as the plants rise out.
    I study Nature and I learn
    To know the earth and feel her turn
    I love her dearly and all the seasons
    For I have learned her secret reasons.
    All that will live is in the bosom of Earth
    She is the loving mother of all birth
    But all that lives must pass away
    And go back again to her someday.
    My life too will pass from Earth
    But do not grieve, I say, there will be other birth
    When my body is old and all spent
    And my soul to Heaven has went.
    Please compost and spread me on this plain
    So my body Mother Earth can claim
    That is where I wish to be
    Then Nature can nourish new life with me.
    So do not for me grieve and weep
    I did not leave, I only sleep
    I am with the soil here below
    Where I can nourish life of beauty and glow.
    Here I can help the falling rain
    Grow golden fields of ripening grain
    From here I can join the winds that blow
    And meet the softly falling snow.
    Here I can help the sun’s warming light
    Grow food for birds of gliding flight
    I can be in the beautiful flowers of spring
    And in every other lovely thing.
    So do not for me weep and cry
    I am here, I do not die.
  6. Dave Applesquasher
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    Dave Applesquasher Member

    Location:
    Cheshire
    Very touching.
    We just lost one of our crew, younger than me too.
    Both poems brought tears.
  7. aax
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    aax New Member

    Location:
    devon
    thanks very much for your help both are a good description of my granfarthers life bought a tear and smile to dad and me
  8. Sid
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    Sid Member

    Location:
    South Molton
    Let the wealthy and great live in splendor and state.
    I envy them not, I declare it,
    For I grow my own rams, my own ewes, my own lambs,
    And I shear my own fleece and I wear it.

    By plowing and sowing and reaping and mowing
    All nature provides me with plenty-
    With a cellar well stored and a plentiful board,
    And my garden affords every dainty.

    For here I am king. I can dance, drink and sing.
    Let no one approach as a stranger.
    I will hunt when it's quiet. Come on, let us try it!
    Dull thinking drives anyone crazy.

    I have lawns and bowers. I have fruits and flowers,
    And the lark is my morning alarmer.
    So you jolly boys now, here's godspeed the plow.
    Long life and success to the farmer.
    The First and last verse's are on a mug that my mum gave to me. My oldest son read it out in front of a packed church at my mums funeral. Full marks to him cause I couldn't have done it! Brought a few tears to my eyes, still does when I see the mug on the sideboard.
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  9. llamedos
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    llamedos Staff Member

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    That brought tears and softened this hard heart. Beautiful.

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