In a field far away lies a girl on her back,
staring lazily up into the sun;
In a field far from that sits a girl and a boy,
he her beau, and she his sweet little hon.
But in a field across the sea,
a small girl lugs water home;
She can’t go to school,
has no shoes of her own.
Her field is barren,
not flowing with wheat;
no cows in the meadow,
and very little to eat.
Despite her challenging situation,
that little girl she still smiles;
as she dreams the same dreams,
as those girls cross the isles.
Copyright Leslie C Dobson
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