Dreamers Akin

Wide-eyed country child,
You sit and dream
Of what lies over yonder hill.
You vision cities wide and tall.
You wish that you might share in all
Their glamour and their thrill.

Though worlds apart, know you,
A ragged, dirty city child is dreaming, too.
Your meadows and your woodland streams
Are the fabric of his dreams!

FARM JOURNAL & FARMER’S WIFE