Genevieve (Gellatly) ForsytheLittleton, CO, USA |
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Field of DreamsThe "field of dreams," everyone has one,Baseball player, farmers, migrant workers, too, Starlets and gamblers--all wanting to pursue, The field of dreams, a magic sport, Where each one becomes a star, A brief moment of glory, voted the most popular. The sun always shining on "the field of dreams,"
The "star" is glamorous in a bouffant dress,
The gambler bets on horses, dogs, or games,
Yes, everyone has their "field of dreams,"
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Rich in the Love of JesusMy clothes are old, patched, and worn,The soles of my shoes are thin, My pockets have holes and are empty, And I know I'm guilty of sin. I'm homeless and wander from street to street,
No one I know is immune from suffering,
The path of life on earth is rough,
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Joy--First EditionHello, Mr. Robin, I see you therePerched on the branch of the old maple tree Searching the garden with beady black eyes A fat, wiggly, red angleworm to see. I wonder where you have hidden your nest
Mr. Robin Redbreast, with your gay song
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