A Gentle Man

 

He truly loved his woods and land,

Treated them with loving care.

Touched all that lived with gentle hand,

Was kind to all and fair.

He loved his horses, cows and sheep;

Always spoke with quiet words.

Made all around their tempers keep;

Brooked no abuse of flocks or herds.

Wild things that made their homes

And shared his living space,

Were left in blessed peace to roam

In freedom, dignity and grace.

He had respect for age and custom

Yet tried the new things, too.

Worked to help us all become

Content in what we chose to do.

All too soon his summons came,

He left us grieved and sad.

Mighty proud to bear his name,

Thankful to have called him Dad.

 

Lynn E. Whittaker

1920-1997

Last Updated 16 January 2017

 

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