funeral poem for a farmer

[bosses son]

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?

Did you ever find that poem?

 

[upnortheast]

Always think Bob Seger, Running against the wind is appropriate for a farmers funeral.
This is a cracking video as well

 

[jpd]

no one do a song on the lines of
i was trying to get all the work done before it rained?

 

[Old Tip]

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

Written by a friend of mine

 

[Tarw Coch]

no one do a song on the lines of
i was trying to get all the work done before it rained?

Maybe not quite what you're looking for but Chris Rea, Working on It

 

[pine_guy]

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.​

Just wanted to say thank you for posting this poem up. My sister and I read it together at my fathers funeral back in February and it gave me words to talk about my father when I new not where to start.

Do you know who the author is? Some people asked about it at the time, and I would like to recognise the author.
Pine_guy

 

[MF-ANDY]

Just wanted to say thank you for posting this poem up. My sister and I read it together at my fathers funeral back in February and it gave me words to talk about my father when I new not where to start.

Do you know who the author is? Some people asked about it at the time, and I would like to recognise the author.
Pine_guy

No sorry I don't. Can't remember where i found it now.

 

[Gong Farmer]

As songs go, I've always liked the one from Bagpuss which the mice sang. can't find a vid of them, but the words are:

Ploughman, ploughman, plough me a field
Turn me an acre of land
Ploughman, ploughman, harrow the ground
Drill in the seed and roll it down
For the year will turn and the spring come round
And the seed will grow

Shine the sun
And rain the rain
Fall the shivery snow
Frost and hail and wind again
As the year will go

Farmer, Farmer, the field is ripe
Tall and straight they stand
Farmer, farmer, it's time to reap
Time to combine, the corn to keep
The straw will blow and the chaff will leap
And the grain will fall

Shine the sun
And rain the rain
Fall the shivery snow
Fog and sleet and hail again
As the year will go

Miller, miller, take up the grain
Pour it out like sand
Miller, miller, open the rill
To turn the wheel and work the mill
Grind the grain to flour and fill
The sacks below.

Shine the sun
And rain the rain
Fall the shivery snow
Hail and wind and sleet again
As the year will go.

Baker, baker, the flour is here
Soft and fine and bland
Baker, baker, get out of bed
Put that silly old hat on your head
Bake me a loaf of golden bread
And then I'll go

Blow the wind
And rain the rain
Fall the shivery snow
Soon the sun will shine again
As the year will go.


Often sang it to myself as I sat on our Fordson Dexta drilling or rolling.

Edit- found it

 

[Av Gorritt]

Bagpuss is (was) my favourite programme , and after that the Flumps

 

[twomen4u]

I have been searching for an old farmer's prayer. The version I am seeking is in a Southern Gospel song. The way it is presented the old farmer is standing by his cornfield. His prayer is so simple, as he asks God for a little rain, then he says momma is not feeling good and would God bless her. His entire prayer is nothing more than he is talking (not praying) to an old, old friend. Does anyone know this song? I want to use this man's prayer as a teaching tool on how to pray.

 

[Netherfield]

When this you see
Remember me
And bear me in your mind
Let all the world say what they may
Speak of me as you find.

On the cover of a Rolling Stones LP after the death of Brian Jones.

 

[twomen4u]

When this you see
Remember me
And bear me in your mind
Let all the world say what they may
Speak of me as you find.

On the cover of a Rolling Stones LP after the death of Brian Jones.

Thank You!

 

[twomen4u]

When this you see
Remember me
And bear me in your mind
Let all the world say what they may
Speak of me as you find.

On the cover of a Rolling Stones LP after the death of Brian Jones.

Very good, but I am looking for the very simple conversation that the old farmer had with God as God could have been just a neighbor across the fence.

 

[willy]

Was it this one

 

[ollie989898]

There is an American poem, read on youtube, I think it is called 'So God made a farmer'. Always thought it would be a very moving thing to read in tribute to someone.

 

[twomen4u]

Willy, first let me say thanks for your help. But despite all I can do, I cannot get the link to open. I guess it just doesn't like me much - ha.

 

[willy]

Willy, first let me say thanks for your help. But despite all I can do, I cannot get the link to open. I guess it just doesn't like me much - ha.

I didn’t know how to share the link, so it is just a photo, but if you type into google ‘Jimmy Dean, The farmer and the lord’.

And google should bring it up

 

[Hampton]

There is an American poem, read on youtube, I think it is called 'So God made a farmer'. Always thought it would be a very moving thing to read in tribute to someone.

It was an advert at half time of the Super Bowl in 2020 if you can find it

 

[Hampton]

Here it is

 

[DrWazzock]

There is a poem with the line
“where overdrafts melt away”
Which I remember from my good neighbours funeral can’t find the complete poem.