Poems by Fran Watson

Ed's Poem

Written for Ed Gallagher, a good friend and neighbour
Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept. 5, 2004

People will say
That you lived a good life
You had many years
With your kids and your wife.

You lived a good life
Yes, it is true
But that doesn't mean
We won't miss you.

The sound of your voice
The pace of your step,
These are things
We won't forget.

Your years on the farm
Were not spent in vain
You raised quite a crew
Through your toil and strain.

Though your sight and your hearing
Had begun to dim
Your mind was as sharp
As a tack or a pin.

Your head was filled
With all kinds of facts
Sports, people, farming,
Living life to the max.

When I came to visit
You expected a hug
And a simple kiss
On your smiling mug.

The light in your eyes
When you talked with a friend,
Those are the memories
That will never end.

You will be missed
Of that there's no doubt
And we'll think of you often
When we're out and about.

Or when we are watching
A game on tv
And hear them announcing
He scores, or strike three.

You lived a good life
Yes that is true.
But that doesn't mean
We won't miss you!

copyright September 2004

A Prayer for the Farmers

Forgive us Lord
for what we have done.
Our ways bring death to the land.
We have been so concerned
with our desires,
that we have dismissed
the needs of others.
In our lust for faster
bigger, better(?)
we have lost sight of
those who helped
make our country what it is today -
the farmers.

Help us to remember
as we go about
our daily chores and
preparing meals,
that without the farmers
we would not eat.
Without the trees,
we would not breathe,
and the soil would erode
causing dust all around.

Grant to the farmers
strength to continue,
rain and sun for their crops,
faith in You
and in humanity,
that they may keep on
providing the food we need
to survive.

God bless the farmers.
Copyright Oct 2004