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Fields of Grain A poem about the rebirth of America. I dreamed I walked through fields of grain That reached as far as eye could see, And what my heart resounded to Was a song I heard of the "land of the free." I did not know in the midst of this Whether what I heard was blame or praise, And asked to learn the meaning of this Sudden heartfelt ancient phrase. My heart returned the precious words That sent themselves into my brain, That America would rise again to become the light she had always been.
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