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10/24/2011 1:44:22 PM
Watching my grand-children run and play
Makes the mind wander, back to the day
When you saw all things as fresh and new
And you could imagine, the splendid view
As you float on the clouds, in this sky of blue
You see rays of the sun, drying the morning dew
It seems the older you get, the faster the pace
Or is that our excuse for joining in the workplace
To enjoy the smell in the air from fresh mowed hay
Or watching a squirrel that stops, turns and runs away
You say It is a waste of time, it won't pay the rent
You should be chasing the life, where money is spent
If you only teach children to be better then other men
It will cripple the spirit of this life, like a carcinogen
The earth we have borrowed from our grand-children you see
Will you return a lush garden or a dead sea?
Back to the farm to gather and tell stories of life, hope and inspiration.
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