Genevieve (Gellatly) Forsythe

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The "field of dreams," everyone has one,
Baseball player, farmers, migrant workers, too,
Starlets and gamblers--all wanting to pursue,
The field of dreams, a magic sport,
...

My clothes are old, patched, and worn,
The soles of my shoes are thin,
My pockets have holes and are empty,
And I know I'm guilty of sin. I'm homeless and wander from street to street,
...

Hello, Mr. Robin, I see you there
Perched on the branch of the old maple tree
Searching the garden with beady black eyes
A fat, wiggly, red angleworm to see. I wonder where you have hidden your nest
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Field Of Dreams

The "field of dreams," everyone has one,
Baseball player, farmers, migrant workers, too,
Starlets and gamblers--all wanting to pursue,
The field of dreams, a magic sport,
Where each one becomes a star,
A brief moment of glory, voted the most
popular. The sun always shining on "the field of dreams,"
The sky ever cloudless and rich blue,
The grass emerald green--the neon lights shine,
Gold, silver, or colors of every hue. The "star" is glamorous in a bouffant dress,
Studded with rhinestones or pearls,
Or dressed in a Yankee Uniform--maybe
The Royals, Cincinnati Reds, or Cardinals. The gambler bets on horses, dogs, or games,
Betting more then the assets he own,
Hoping to hit a jackpot or lottery,
To buy a millionaire's home. Yes, everyone has their "field of dreams,"
Be the "field" large or small,
Just once in our lifetime, we hope to be,
The lucky "grand winner" of it all.

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