The "field of dreams," everyone has one,
Baseball player, farmers, migrant workers, too,
Starlets and gamblers--all wanting to pursue,
The field of dreams, a magic sport,
Where each one becomes a star,
A brief moment of glory, voted the most
popular. The sun always shining on "the field of dreams,"
The sky ever cloudless and rich blue,
The grass emerald green--the neon lights shine,
Gold, silver, or colors of every hue. The "star" is glamorous in a bouffant dress,
Studded with rhinestones or pearls,
Or dressed in a Yankee Uniform--maybe
The Royals, Cincinnati Reds, or Cardinals. The gambler bets on horses, dogs, or games,
Betting more then the assets he own,
Hoping to hit a jackpot or lottery,
To buy a millionaire's home. Yes, everyone has their "field of dreams,"
Be the "field" large or small,
Just once in our lifetime, we hope to be,
The lucky "grand winner" of it all.

Genevieve (Gellatly) Forsythe

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