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The little cares that
bothered me
Just left yesterday
Along the fields and past
the sea
The wind and I at play.
I watch the herds grazing
The swaying of the trees
The trilling of the tiny
birds
And buzzing of the bees.
The fear of what may
happen
I toss them all away
Among the fragrant clover
Aroma of new mown hay.
Sun flowers bend and say
hello
Corn gives a gentle nod
Where sadness die and
happiness lives
Out in the field with God.
Ginny Bryant©
Journey Of Love
NOTE:
Ginny's poetry and verse
is Copyright through
the Library Of Congress
and cannot be copied
or used by whole or part
in any way without her
written permission....
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