Where Our Heart Does Lie

Suburban skies

Where people live

 There are no fields of green

Cement dreams 

And black tarred yards

Living outside their means

Tree lined roads

Under blue skies

Farmers fields uplifting

Deer eat greens

Rabbits scamper by

Fresh air is there gifting

In our need

To be modern

We transpose city skies

Removing us 

In form and deed 

From where our heart does lie

Fields of gold

Fields of dreams

Laid back and secure

Open hearts

Open minds

Where true love does endure

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by Bill Ferguson

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