THE FIELD

RUNNING THROUGH A OPEN FIELDÂ
THE WIND BLOWING THROUGH MYÂ HAIR
THE SUN BEAMING ON MY FACE
THE GRASS BENEATH MY FEET
THE BIRDS SINGING IT THE TREESÂ
THEN I STOPPED MY HEART FILLED WITH JOY
THEN I RELIZED THAT THE LORD IS MY SHEAPHERDÂ
AND I AM HIS LOST SHEEP
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I CANT SPELL THAT GOOD HOPE EVERYONE LIKES ITÂ
Your spelling isn't that bad & your poem is lovely.
A very humble piece it is ed.  i enjoyed ! keep writing  tina x