In Fields We Play

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In Fields We Play

by Joe Cundiff

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On Frozen Pond

In the stillness of night

And on the early morning

Mountain ridges

And dark river banks

I shall miss you still

You became and would

Become

So much of my soul

My being

Together we shared

More than one life

Could bear

Together we trod

Amidst darkness

And cold

Together we became

And I shall miss you

Until once more

In fields we play

Good night my friend

Rest Well…

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