In our field of dreams
as the meadow green
by a slow
running stream

we have moments there
inside our heart
that others
have not seen

it s a house
made up happenings
and special things
etched upon our soul


patchwork quilt
of life and times
we carry alway
often they rhyme

music came too
to give melody
be it 63 or 71
great years to see


its a private place
that we create
wallpaper and paint
love was not late

now some folk dont see
what they mean
and tread them down
like soft evergreen

laughter and distain
falls like rain
as gems are thrown down
causing some pain

we all have things
our live brings
so if you enter in
please respect us there

and if you don't agree
keep it to yourself
and do not hurt
field of dreams