By: Ardis E. Parshall - June 14, 2018 For All Familiar Things By Christie Lund Coles May I never again look on the fields of home,The far, wide acres where the corn in shockIs stacked and dried; where blackbirds line the fenceAnd the brown hay bulges from the worn haycock; Where sea gulls follow the silver plow –A line of beauty through steaming furrows –Where the meadow lark chimes the break of day,And the gopher in the cool earth b...
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