PETER YARMILL

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PETER YARMILL In Memory Of My Uncle Peter You will always be a special part of my life. All around you the rolling hills are lush and green, Feel the warmth of a sunny spring, the rich and fertile earth has been tilled. Every storehouse of grain is overfilled, there are no more chores left to be done - and you feel full of strength as if you were young. The proud old strawberry farm tractor can be left to grow cold. Come in and tell your stories that must be told. You can rest in your favourite green chair and unwind and not worry of the world that lies outside. Leave your tools behind for here all is whole, and can never break just like your soul. Here nothing can be fractured and never will. Not everything that can be fixed is broken, and not every word we hear is spoken. For just your comforting smile and blue glowing eyes could say more than a million words from the wise. For though I will miss your warm and kind way I know that heaven is a much better place today. Rest in Peace Uncle Peter Love from your shcapa - Leah Elise

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Feb 07, 2009