Happy Father's Day

You ride upon the whispering wind,

You’re in the work I do.

I smell you in the new mown grass,

When he flies by, it’s you.

I hear your voice in summer corn

That rustles in its rows;

I see you in the dark rich dirt

Where your garden still grows.

I see you in the orchard’s boughs,

Each fig and apple tree,

And, when I saw him sitting there,

I saw you watching me.

You loved to watch the eagles soar

Above the windy sea

And every time I call to you

You send one back to me.

I try to fill in where you stopped,

To do what you would do,

And when I watch the eagles fly,

In them, I still see you!

I miss you still, though time has passed,

You’re gone and I still cry,

But I am comforted each time

I see the eagles fly!