#403 Fields Of Lavender Poem by Jimmie Arrington

And if we leave at the same time,
We'll meet in the middle.
And If we walk and run and climb
The long road will seem little.

If you or I should lose our way,
Or get caught in the rain,
We'll carry on into the grey
And find joy in the pain.

If the sun beats down on our backs
And we're drained by the heat,
We'll still continue down the tracks,
For love will move our feet.

And if we travel steady and fast,
Or slow if you'd prefer,
Then In the end we'll meet at last
In fields of lavender.