THE FIELDS SHE’LL CROSS
with these little steps will change
her little world. A vast expanse
awaits her: there are fields of joy
and beauty, the flowers there
will want her to gather them.
But there will be other fields she
must not cross: her dainty feet
will find mud, the muck and mire
of a spoiled world, some places
I pray she will never cross without
this old man building clean bridges
she would run through to get her
to her bright and happy home---
all that have been wished for her
by all those who love her, who
cherish her quiet, shining promise.
---Albert B. Casuga
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