The Field

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wispy, cool, green shady place,
With the bright blue sky above.
Giving the promise of a better day,
Like the olive leaf carrying a dove.

The tall green grass above my head,
Hope is here in this peaceful field.
A very soft place to make my bed,
A good harvest this place will yield.

The cozy warmth on my glowing face,
Shining down from the smiling sun.
My heartbeat follows the winds flowing pace,
Too bad that summer's almost done.





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