He

Those that ask who he is

Need not think it the hardest quiz

Just look up at the golden sky

And dream the dreams of night time lie

Think the thoughts you fear to feel

And deal the hand you were scared to deal.

See the laughter on the youngster's face

Or feel all fear go with no trace

See the leaves wave on the autumn vine

Then taste the gentle, mellow wine.

Hear the early cock call out to wake

To allow us to use every second we make

Feel the moments that count the days

And take the paths to the centre of the maze

For when it is that you come out on top

You'll see the face on his blessed crop

Though some may ask of the man not here

Others will see him and feel him near.