Yellow sands and green pastures, mountain paths with bableing brooks of laughter. The smell of honeysuckle in the air, And bees a flying every where. Sunshine bright as a morning star, Takes me back,oh so far. When I was a child chasing butterflys Through the fields of wildflowers. Seeing windmills that looked like towers. The feel of the cool breeze on my face,filled my soul with warmth, That made my heart race. Earth really is a beautiful place, For it has been touched by the great, Master's embrace. Please email all responses to M T Durham

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