This website has multiple poem options.  Please click her for a link to all the poetry:  All Memorial And Funeral Poems

A few lines from "Furrows and Fields":

"I spent my life in furrows and fields

Working and tilling the land

Observing the beauties created

By God's almighty hand

I have touched the richness of soil

I've born the wind and sun on my face

And I would choose this life and this land

Over any other place

A life filled with crimson-dawned mornings

When I was up to greet the sky

Days spent with family and creation

All throughout my life

I was blessed to experience each springtime

When raindrops have washed the earth clean

Where my efforts have grown into harvest

Fields bearing the lushness of green

And my life's been strengthened by trials

For the weak can never belong

In a living where nature and the elements ..."

further along in the poem:

..."And so my life must be no different

Just like the crops that I have grown

For I am also God's child and seed

That at harvest must come home "...