Bob

A treasure has left us

And poorer we are

For one who brought us such riches

Is now home, but so far



We long for his comfort

The gentle touch of his hand

The adventure he brought

With all the thoughts of his plans



In these moments of quiet

As in mem’ry we sit

We’re not, in absence, made poorer

But from long-time presence, made rich 



Xo Gina Marie

17/7/2021

A young lad I was not much older then 16
Neither a hair on my chin or my chest
But I heard my Uncle Bob was in need of a hand
For there had been a frightful storm at yack
Only the strongest trees had survived
And for the rest who could not stand the test
They had destroyed fences with there fall
A mob of cattle had taken shelter amongst those old gums
and this had been to there down fall

Even as a child I had always known
That when you turned down back creek road
That in no time an adventure was soon to be found
For where there is a spotlight an a dog or two
and don't forget Uncle bob at the wheel
Then only adventure can wait
And this time was no different by no means at all

For I was soon wilding a chainsaw
With good training from Uncle Bob, my confidence grew
For day after day we cleared fence lines and roads
I could almost see the hairs sprouting from chest
Especially when I was to find out the following
For Uncle Bob said
There were only three things he didn’t borrow
The first one being a chainsaw
Which I was now using each and every day.
The other two being his rifle
And his wife of course
He said with sparkle in his eye and cheeky grin

There might of been only one day I’m sure
Where we got distracted from our work
For tip and rex were in hot pursuit
No greater hunting team had been seen
Some might even described them as “Professional hunters”
If you know what I mean
Soon the roo was down 
And it was now time to dress that roo up for the dogs
For no meat had ever gone to waste
The knife was found to be blunt and no steel was in sight

Now listen carefully for this is where I tell you
The most important fact about my Uncle Bob
He took a crow bar from the triton and look at me and said
“The bible says as iron sharpen iron so one man sharpens another”
So sharpen the knife he did on nothing but that old crow bar
And to my amazement
It sliced right through the hide and flesh
This is just one time I saw Uncle Bob faith
In our Lord and saviour Jesus Christ
For this is where I saw that our walk with Christ
Is a every day, every moment walk

For Uncle Bob did not just sharpen that knife that day
But he sharpened me too
And this is just one of the many times
Now Uncle Bob would not want me to say much more
For he did not live so that we could just remember his good deeds
But so we could lift up Christ in Him the hope of glory.
I have one final word to say
There is an old hymn by the name of
“How Great Thou Art”
The hymn says the following

“When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze”
Now this old hymn will never sound the same till one day
When I will stand beside Uncle Bob as he whistles
“And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees”
To our Lord and Saviour in His Glorious presence