by Cary Kembla
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FIELD OF IRON
Alive with schoolboy joy
You fell from the seesaw
And nearly broke your arm
And when the pain and wounds destroy
You still hear your Grandpa's voice
Drifting through the mist of time
Don't you cry, don't you cry
But though salty tears may fall
Your courage will stand tall
Sown in a field of iron
You leave your mates at dawn
Under the floral lawn
And hobble into the car
Beaded dew does form
Trickles down the windshield warm
And comes flooding through your mind
Don't you cry, don't you cry
But though salty tears may fall
Your courage will stand tall
Sown in a field of iron
Don't you cry, don't you cry
But though salty tears may fall
Your courage will stand tall
Sown in a field of iron
© 2016 Cary Kembla
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