Timothy Gega
09-29-2014, 09:14 AM
A Golden Light<o:p></o:p>
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This Golden Valley is filled with variegated greens<o:p></o:p>
Where lawns are kept mowed and all the flowers sing.<o:p></o:p>
The sky is always yellow and blue from the pleasant day’s sun<o:p></o:p>
This Golden Light was made for every child to play in and to run.<o:p></o:p>
And where the trees are growing up tall and perfectly high<o:p></o:p>
And laughter is heard echoing from all the people passing by.<o:p></o:p>
To laugh and to smell the daisies all day long<o:p></o:p>
And to chase Butterflies or join together in a happy song.<o:p></o:p>
To think and dream in yellows, blues and greens<o:p></o:p>
And in the beauty in their own life not found in any dreams.<o:p></o:p>
To live without alienation by humiliation or with a single tear<o:p></o:p>
Where only kindly words are spoken in this valley<o:p></o:p>
And is all they will ever hear.<o:p></o:p>
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©2014 Tim Gega<o:p></o:p>
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This Golden Valley is filled with variegated greens<o:p></o:p>
Where lawns are kept mowed and all the flowers sing.<o:p></o:p>
The sky is always yellow and blue from the pleasant day’s sun<o:p></o:p>
This Golden Light was made for every child to play in and to run.<o:p></o:p>
And where the trees are growing up tall and perfectly high<o:p></o:p>
And laughter is heard echoing from all the people passing by.<o:p></o:p>
To laugh and to smell the daisies all day long<o:p></o:p>
And to chase Butterflies or join together in a happy song.<o:p></o:p>
To think and dream in yellows, blues and greens<o:p></o:p>
And in the beauty in their own life not found in any dreams.<o:p></o:p>
To live without alienation by humiliation or with a single tear<o:p></o:p>
Where only kindly words are spoken in this valley<o:p></o:p>
And is all they will ever hear.<o:p></o:p>
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©2014 Tim Gega<o:p></o:p>