To Wake Up One Morning


To wake up one morning
still in life’s hands.
Rising to glory
in this magic land.

In the greenest field
I’ve ever seen.
Under the biggest tree
there’s ever been.
By the clearest river
I’d ever have dreamed.
Under the brightest sun
that’s shone on me.

1978, January

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