At the end of the day and the sun settin' low ,
The crusty old man sits with his trusty bow .
With light fading fast and cold settin' in ,
He looks to the sky with a big toothy grin ,
This life it's been hard, with it's ups and it's downs ,
A family that Love's me and friends some were clown's ,
The season is over , and clouds rollin' in ,
His last hunt is finished and comes to an end .
It's time to come home now the Lord says to him .
It's time to come home and to be with your Kin .
So softly he faded with nary a sound ,
His hand and his bow softly fell to the ground .
His last hunt is over , his rest now begins ,
His last hunt is over , Gods love never ends .
Amen.
Nice!
Great work! A fine example of what makes Tradgang a special place. :coffee:
Thanks for sharing, good way to start my day....
Great!!!!!
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That's a beautiful poem !
Well Done... :thumbsup:
Very well done,
Gary
Very nice! Thanks for sharing
Beautiful
Nice Job
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Awesome!!!!!!
Bisch
Very nice! Thanks for sharing
Real nice.
Very well done!
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That's beautiful. Thank you.
Amen! Thank you.
That's beautiful brother.
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Much appreciated...
Sad, but very good!
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That's great. Really enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing. God bless.