He Is Now In The Land Of The Reaper

He is now in the land of the reaper the one who penned many a song
One of if not the last of the rhymers to the bardic tradition he belong
A fellow who loved life and nature he surely had the gift of rhyme
Right up till his end he was writing the greatest song man of his time.

He wrote about people and nature and he was a man who loved life
And he penned some beautiful love poems to the one he loved his long dead wife
'Tis sad to think he's gone forever that him we shall never more see
Sitting on the park bench in the sunshine in the shade of the blackwattle tree.

He was such a likeable fellow one who made friends quite easily
He had no illusions of greatness and few were as humble as he
On saturday he'd have a few drinks at the Local and he entertained us all night
He told us some wonderful stories and some of his poems did recite.

He is now in the land of the reaper the very last bard of the town
He was more than a local poet though he never wished for renown
He was such a happy old fellow he always had a smile on his face
And he is sadly missed from the Local since there is none to take his place.