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Best of all

Best of all

Tree's in the valley 
And grass of green, 
To the top of the mountain 
Things that I've seen, 
Birds that are singing 
Away up in the trees, 
The leaves are gliding 
With the warm warm breeze, 
Skies with clouds of blue
The golden sun rides high, 
The trees shed their leaves 
Falling down to the river like they cry, 
Flowers round the wood
And horses running free, 
The sweet smell of honey 
Working hard from the busy bee, 
No this is the place to be 
Where daydreams I call, 
And if I had to choose
This place,my best of all. 

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Terry Kay

Lee,. Very nice piece.  I enjoyed.  Terry Kay