FOR THE 'BOSSMAN' Your tasks seemed menial, though not so to you, I think you enjoyed each swing of the scythe Through yielding grass, and every plant you grew Absorbed you in the flow of Nature's tide. Your life's work though was broader far in scope; For us you wanted all you had, and more -- To be at one with Nature, and to hope For something sensed beyond the mortal shore. The word philosophy you never knew, Or used, yet lived and taught one all your life -- The worth of every man, and all that grew Or lived on earth, had value beyond price. Now when I pause before a sloe or haw I murmur 'Thank you' for your gift of awe. -- Fintan Murphy, poet/playwright Moylan Drama Society, teacher creative writer Wexford Arts Center