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Friday, 2 December 2016

The Old Farmers Prayer


Today I say goodbye to my Granddad, and I thought I would share the poem I will be reading for him today.
His name was Dick, and he spent his whole life working on the farm.  Even when he retried he continued with his passions by wooding, beating, gardening and growing fruit and veg in his allotments. My Mum found this poem online for me to read today, and I think it's a really fitting story. If anyone knows who this is by please let me know, because I can't find an author for it!

The Old Farmers Poem

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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