The Best 9 Farmer Poems For Funerals

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 grieve and weep for me, 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 weep and cry for me, I am here, I do not die.

For this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head, Your time has been and struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed. Years were not easy, many downright hard, but your faith in God transcended, Put away your tools and sleep in peace. The fences have all been mended. You raised a fine family, worked the land well and always followed the Son, Hang up your shovel inside of the barn; your work here on earth is done. A faith few possess led your journey through life, often a jagged and stony way, The sun is setting, the cattle are all bedded, and here now is the end of your day. Your love of God’s soil has passed on to your kin; the stories flow like fine wine, Wash off your work boots in the puddle left by blessed rain one final time. You always believed that the good Lord would provide and He always had somehow, Take off your gloves and put them down, no more sweat and worry for you now. Your labor is done, your home now is heaven; no more must you wait, Your legacy lives on, your love of the land, and we will close the gate.

I’m just a farmer, Plain and simple. Not of a royal birth But rather, a worker of the earth. I know not of riches But rather, of patches on my britches I know of draught and rain, Of pleasure and pain. I know of the good and the bad, The happy and the sad. I am a man of emotions. A man who loves this land, And the beauty of its sand. I know of a spring’s fresh flow And autumn’s golden glow, Of a newborn calf’s hesitation, And the eagle’s destination. I know of tall pines, And long, waiting lines. Of the warmth of campfires, And the agony of flat tires. But I am a man who loves his job And the life I live. I am a man who works with God, I cannot succeed without his help, For you see, I’m just a farmer Plain and simple.

With hands of care, you nurtured the soil, Your love for the land, a tireless toil, The seeds you sowed, with tender grace, A testament to your love, we'll always embrace. We appreciate your strength, your steadfast heart, The care you gave, a true work of art, In the fields of gold, and the green of the leaves, We'll remember your touch, your love that weaves. For the bounty you brought, the lives you've touched, The wisdom you shared, we'll cherish so much, In gratitude, we stand, hearts full and complete, The sower's song, forever we'll repeat.

The heart of a farmer, strong and kind, A life of love, you left behind, Through drought and storm, you never wavered, Your spirit unwavering, a love we savored. Your hands, weathered and worn, A testament to the life you've borne, A great person, a soul so pure, Your legacy of love, forever to endure. In the fertile soil, where seeds take root, We'll remember your greatness, a love so resolute, The heart of a farmer, eternally, A beacon of hope, guiding us to see.

Let us gather 'round, beneath the sky so wide, To celebrate the life of the farmer who stood by our side, A master of the earth, with hands so strong, Who nourished the land, all life-long. In sunlit fields, we'll dance and play, Remembering the love, that still holds sway, The seeds you've sown, in hearts and land, Grow and flourish, a legacy so grand. A harvest of memories, we shall reap, The laughter, the love, forever to keep, A farmer's life, a testament of grace, Your memory lives on, in this sacred place.

The farmer's field, now still and hushed, The sound of laughter, forever crushed, Your steady hands, your furrowed brow, We miss you deeply, here and now. Through sun and rain, you tilled the land, A legacy of love, a life so grand, In every harvest, we'll see your face, And feel the emptiness, none can replace. The earth, a witness to your toil, Now embraces you, a final uncoil, In the farmer's field, where you once roamed, We'll miss you dearly, your love, our home.

I farmed the land, I tramped the wood, These are the things I understood. No grand schemes, They passed me by. I knew the brook, The hills, the sky. To hunt a bird, To wet a line, Gifts from God, So good and fine. Friend and kin, I loved them so; Although I’m gone, I’m sure they know, I’m now at peace, Life battle’s done, I’ve faced the foe And I have won.

A farmer's farewell, with laughter and cheer, For you, dear friend, we'll raise a beer, A life of mud and muck and dirt, A funny tale, no time for hurt. You taught us how to laugh and smile, Even when the work stretched mile by mile, Your humor kept us going strong, Through endless days and nights so long. So, here's to you, our funny friend, A farmer's farewell, but not the end, In fields of green, and skies so blue, We'll laugh, remembering the life of you.