Where Tulips Grow

There’s a place up the valley where the tulips grow
The long grass is green and the creek waters flow
A very special place that only a few will know
A place I’d like to be when my time comes to go
When that time comes for an old farmer like me
That is the one place I would so I like to be
With its many dimensions; all the beauty to see
A perfect place to rest for an old farmer like me
Life has its burdens, rewards, and its passions
I’ve had my share of all in about every fashion
I’ve done my best and that is all a man can do
Love your neighbor; to your own heart be true
Life brings joy; the miracle birth of a child
The smell of honeysuckle vines growing wild
The cool winds nipping at the nape of your neck
A place falling down from an old farmer’s neglect
All makes the parts of life; seeds that grow; stars at night
The many loves we share and the bloody wars that we fight
At some point when we combine the joys and the strife
We realize what God gave us when he gave us this life
There’s a sweet smell of lilac on that westerly wind
It was there when I buried my wife and my other kin
It’s always been there when the reaper comes to call
A pleasantly sweet aroma for that once and final fall
My time is coming; the smell of lilac is stronger by the day
I don’t have no fears, I’m ready to go if death comes my way
I‘ve had a life full of things that lay gentle on a man’s heart
I’ve drank my fill, done my best, and played my finest part
So let that sweet lilac waft on winds that blow against my door
I’ve farmed the land and raise my family; completed every chore
If the time has come to go before the Lord to take my stand
Then let it come, I’ll stake my stand; meet the Lord hat in hand
But just one thing more before you go, hear what I have to plea
Should death come my way, there’s one thing you can do for me
Take me up in that little green valley where the creek waters flow
Take me to my final resting place there where the tulips grow
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Oh I love it, what a legacy my friend. We all strive to be the best we can, we live our lives under the sun and moon, plowing the fields, raising our families and howdy to our neighbors from rising sun to the setting of our sun. Feeling the peace to know that when our time comes our request will be heard and our souls put to rest where the tulips grow. I loved the rhyme and tone of this brilliant scribe Wayne, looking forward to reading more of your wonderful work. We shared a lot back in the Hubs days, so let’s all continue it here please. Bravo.
I wrote that one with thoughts of my dad. He passed on in 2007. It makes me feel good to read it because I know he would have liked it.
Your Dad would be proud, Wayne. I love tulips and I love this beautiful poem. Marvelous piece.
Wayne your lovely poem simply tugs at the heart strings. Through misty eyes I smile and sigh remembering tulips as remembrance of others who passed on. I know your dad is looking down with a bright smile.
Great verse Wayne, so afferent and filled with colorful imagery. Yes a place to rest withing the beauty of nature; who could ask for more. Lovely work my friend.