Green Pastures
Green pastures,
O greener then green
With your beaten red farm
Ready to fall
With your beautiful skies
O skies of wonder and
adventure
With your pond in the middle
Stocked with the most excellent
of fish
You were my childhood
O what a perfect childhood
I say goodbye now and forever
As you are being taken away
I will miss you
O how I will miss you
Copyright © Nathan Murray | Year Posted 2013
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