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On Fields With You

March 16, 2013

A poem I wrote for my dear brother many years ago.

On Fields With You

On Fields we would play; fields green, brown and white;
Chasing balls and dreams, and sometimes glories.
Making times worth memories for stories
Of wins and defeats, and plays out of sight.

The hours and days and fun beyond number
We’d throw or we’d hit or we’d catch or roam
O’er fields, counting scores, ’til Mom called us home
Tired and aching and hungry for slumber.

From tots, to teens, to men we have since grown
On Fields of Wonder, under skies of blue
Ever seeking to play, one with the other.
So whenever we’re feeling lost and alone
You can think of me, and I’ll think of you
On Fields, at Play. I love you my Brother.

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