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BILL MAXYMOWICH
January 18, 2019
In fields of green where memories reside,
A husband and father, forever our guide.
A farmer's heart, with hands strong and sure,
He tended the land, a life so pure.
Raising cattle with a gentle hand,
Cutting hay across the fertile land.
Hauling wood for warmth in winter's chill,
An outdoor boiler, a hearth to fill.
In the quiet woods, with the hunter's skill,
He sought the deer, a tranquil thrill.
By waters calm, where the fish would play,
A love for nature, in his heart held sway.
Hard work and lessons, he'd always share,
A legacy of labor, beyond compare.
Handcrafted windmills, a daily embrace,
Reminding us of his artistry and grace.
With every turn of the season's wheel,
He cut the grass with a tireless zeal.
His yard, a canvas, well-tended and neat,
A testament to care, a love concrete.
A simple life, with values deep,
In gentle dreams, his spirit would sleep.
And as the sun sets on the fields he knew,
He left us with lessons, both old and new.
Tractor in the garage, memories stored,
The gate closed gently, a life adored.
We yearn for the day, in heaven's embrace,
To meet him again, see the smile on his face.
Loved and missed,
Eva, Kenny, Tim, Tammy and their families
As published in The Carillon on Feb 01, 2024, Feb 01, 2024
