Robert Edgar Burns
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In the meadow of the valley,
Where wild flowers are roaming free.
There are multitudes of colors
And their backdropp forest greens.
There I sit and watch reflections
Of the clouds above the lake.
And the creatures drinking from it,
A deer, a swan, a snake.
To accentuate this beauty,
Are the mountains far away.
That rise above the woodlands,
“Look up” they seem to say.
While climbing one great mountain,
I see the meadow that’s below.
Looking even now more lovely,
Than when I was below.
So when you’re in a valley,
My Heart's Pilot!
You are the sail from masts unfurled,
That forward moves my bow.
You are the Captain of my ship,
Who points me where and how.
You are my pilot ably strong,
Who stands firm at the wheel.
I will not question where you lead,
For it’s you who rights my keel.