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funeral poem for a farmer

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

  1. aax

    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

    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

    Nearly Member

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

    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.
     
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  6. Dave Applesquasher

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

    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

    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

    llamedos Staff Member

    Location:
    OL2
    That brought tears and softened this hard heart. Beautiful.
     
  10. kernow_bis_vyken

    kernow_bis_vyken New Member

    Hi, I was wondering if anyone has any poems or prayers like the funeral ones above that could be used at a wedding in order to pay respect to heritage and grandparents who have passed away?
     
  11. Alicecow

    Alicecow Member

    Location:
    Mayo
    Henry Brewis wrote some interesting ones in his 'Sep the peasant farmer' books, eg, 'Don't Laugh Til He's Out Of Sight', available from Old Pond Publishing, now 5M Publishing. Good for a chuckle, not sure about weddings or funerals, (mercifully) I have not needed any for those reasons.
     
  12. honeyend

    honeyend New Member

    Not a poem, but Mike Harding's January Man, is about the circle of life, well sung and a lovely tune.
     
  13. PFH

    PFH Member

    • The Farmers Creed

      I believe a man's greatest possession is his dignity and that no calling bestows this more abundantly than farming.

      I believe hard work and honest sweat are the building blocks of a person's character.
      I believe that farming, despite its hardships and disappointments, is the most honest and honorable way a man can spend his days on this earth.

      I believe my children are learning values that will last a lifetime and can be learned in no other way.

      I believe farming provides education for life and that no other occupation teaches so much about birth, growth and maturity in such a variety of ways.

      I believe many of the best things in life are free: the splendor of a sunrise, the rapture of wide open spaces, the exhilarating sight of your land greening each spring.

      I believe true happiness comes from watching your crops ripen in the field, your children grow tall in the sun, your whole family feel the pride that springs from their shared experience.

      I believe that by my toil I am giving more to the world than I am taking from it, an honor that does not come to all men.

      I believe my life will be measured ultimately by what I have done for my fellowmen, and by this standard I fear no judgment.

      I believe when a man grows old and sums up his days, he should be able to stand tall and feel pride in the life he's lived.

      I believe in farming because it makes all this possible.
     
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  14. jimmer

    jimmer Member

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    i wrote my own wedding vows and had them carved on a plaque
     
  15. lim x

    lim x Member

    Location:
    Nottinghamshire

    To my OH if you are looking on here - Get chiselling. ;)

    That is lovely jimmer.:)
     
  16. jamesy

    jamesy Member

    Location:
    Orkney
    Ya big sook!
     
  17. Chae1

    Chae1 Member

    Location:
    Aberdeenshire
    That man was good with a chisel! Neater than my handwriting.
     
  18. Forage Trader

    Forage Trader Member

    Location:
    Ceredigion
    Why would yiu put thy will be done on your stone, is raining again here and if I got all those elegal immigrants every jack one of them over here I don't think Il ever be done
     
  19. Amcnab

    Amcnab Member

    Location:
    mid wales
    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
    Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.
     
  20. banjo

    banjo Member

    Location:
    Back of beyond
    I know some of these poems are for sad occasions, but I've always loved poetry for some reason. All the words have been thought through and many poems have taken years and years to finish. All the words have been paired down and the end product means more somehow.
    There is a poem I heard about a blade of grass growing until it's life has finished, just like a farmer, can't remember it at the moment though.
    I will try and find it unless anyone else has it?
     

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