Little Church In Wyoming - Poem by Marilyn Lott
It is such a thrill as I travel along
Across this country of mine
To come across a scene
That is simple, lovely and fine.
This little church was so special
Sun on it as if it were glowing
A place I know you would love too
This sweet little church in Wyoming.
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