Sunday, July 28, 2013


To the eternal in the valley
we hope to go someday,
it’s heaven in the meadow
and why we’re bailing hay.
We water the pasture
or pray for rain,
to see growing grasses
on the open plain,
and in the Spring-time we smile
as there is growth everywhere,
and come the harvest is Summer
as we reap golden straw.
We celebrate our time
with a rest in the sun
and dance to the music
as our life whirls around
there is time to celebrate
as abundance surrounds.

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