My Field of Dreams
By, Audrey McCormick
Somewhere
there’s a hill. There’s a hill on a
farm, overlooking my field of dreams.
There’s a cow on that farm that gives us our milk. There’s a yard full of chickens that give us
our eggs. There’s a patch full of
berries that I can’t wait to pick. There’s
a garden full of vegetables that will soon feed our family.
Somewhere
there’s a farm. There’s a farm with a
house, overlooking my field of dreams.
There’s a kitchen in that house with a big farm sink. There are vegetables on the counter waiting
to be canned. There’s a woman in an
apron singing old hymns. There’s a man
looking in with a heart full of love.
Somewhere
there’s a house. There’s a house with a
porch, overlooking my field of dreams.
There are kids on that porch that make me smile each day. There’s a fan that invites me to take a load
off. There are two rocking chairs
looking out as the sun sets. There’s a
couple holding hands as they bow their heads to pray. There’s a tear in my eye as I thank God for
this beautiful life.
Somewhere
there’s a woman. There’s a woman,
overlooking her field full of dreams.
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