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Feb 2013
If you walk into your fields,
to reap what you had sown..
And find that only rocks and stones lay
where you had wished a harvest...

Begin to gather rock by rock and stone by stone
to build instead a mountain.
Then climb up to the summit,
and wait till dark to see the spangled sky... so glorious!
you cannot help but pray,
And...

You might want to make a wish again...
that's what stars are for!
Written by
Noel Johnson  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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