pastor appreciation poem

here lies a most beautiful lady
over the river, on the hill
some of the hurts you have cured
often i think of the beautiful town
and with the humming bird
i've won the race
braided and woven
night is dark, and the winter winds
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
and still they walked on
when the hours of day are numbered
gaily through the fields we danced