On Father's Day we take the time

To turn our thoughts to Dad

Thank him for the home he gave

For all the things we had.



We think about the fleeting years

Too quickly, gone for good

It seems like only yesterday

I'd go back if I could.



A time when Dad was always there

No matter what the weather

Always strong when things went wrong

He held our lives together.



He strived so hard from day to day

And never once complained

With steady hands, he worked the land

And kept the family name.



He taught us that hard work pays off

You reap just what you sow

He said that if you tend your crops

Your field will overflow.



My harvest has been bountiful

He taught me how to give

In his firm and steadfast way

He taught me how to live.



Dad dwells among the angels now

He left us much too soon

He glides across a golden field

Above the harvest moon.



I see him in the fields of grain

He rides upon the wind

And when my path is beaten down

He picks me up again.


Marilyn Ferguson © 2003