~ Shady Lane ~
As I stroll along this shady lane
Beneath the lovely old trees
The sun is shining through the leaves
And I feel on my face a gentle breeze.
Seeing the mail boxes as I stroll by
All are painted with the owner's name
I wondered what hour the postman came
Delivering mail along this shady lane.
I hear the birds singing in the trees
The birds and I are happy to be free
We are miracles large and small
For God in heaven created us all.
What a joy strolling shady lane has been
I am happy to be free and doing well
God has blessed me once again
With a beautiful country in which I dwell.
~*~
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