At the end of the day and the sun settin' low ,
The crusty old man sits with his trusty bow .
With light fading fast and cold settin' in ,
He looks to the sky with a big toothy grin ,
This life it's been hard, with it's ups and it's downs ,
A family that Love's me and friends some were clown's ,
The season is over , and clouds rollin' in ,
His last hunt is finished and comes to an end .
It's time to come home now the Lord says to him .
It's time to come home and to be with your Kin .
So softly he faded with nary a sound ,
His hand and his bow softly fell to the ground .
His last hunt is over , his rest now begins ,
His last hunt is over , Gods love never ends .
By Dale Kuder