The Pasture Gate

To my Dad, Elmer Kingma

For years he tended his farm and cattle Through the heat and blizzards, he struggled and battled As the evening set in and the sun went down You'd never see this farmer go off to town Instead you'd see him at the old pasture gate Watching his herd and enjoying his fate He would watch his cattle bed down for the night And talk to God, life seemed peaceful and right Over the years, the shadows grew long The old farmer's legs were no longer strong Still he would hobble down to the old pasture gate And watch his cattle as they grazed and ate On the morning when the Lord changed the farmer's fate All the cattle were standing by the old pasture gate Each looked to the house as if to say: "Good-bye" to the farmer as he drifted away. -- L.M. Larson

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