Little children in our
yard, Yes love,
our children.
Life and the passage,
our passage.
Shae by the side of the
house.
Our house.
Love I built it, remember ?????
We went west with the wagons.
FREE LAND.
Now our home, with children in,
the yard.
OUR YARD.
Stars in the heaven, and
birds flying on the winds of,
OUR HEAVEN.
It's our blanket, lets sleep,
AND DREAM.
That is what a life is made of,
DREAMS.
from my poem book - DREAMS 3