Gary W. Sherwin's Poetry
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You do not need a castle. A rustic camp will do. You need not tread on streets of gold. A woodland trail will do. To stand in living water, With line and fly in flight As mists of prayer ascend to God, through drills of morning light. To walk in autumn leaves of gold, to seek the hunter's prize, Remembering with every step grand-children's sparkling eyes. Ere on the hunt or in the stream, The Lord will be with you. With perfect aim to fish or game the prize will not elude. Sons and daughters three times on now miss your glowing face That beamed to them a father's love and never ending grace. You taught them life and joy and love, with strength beyond all measure Our memories of all you did we will forever treasure. I am thankful for the privilege of calling you a friend, And for the things you did for me, and the stories you shared. |
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