saw the immigrant family 
under shade of the Mayten tree,
lounging along the slow water's current,
near the home of the free

saw the immigrant family 
with all promise and dream,
rest now for the weary
along side the cooling stream

their day
from the field's harsh sun
their way
for making that long, long
run

saw the immigrant family 
children  blowing bubbles
watching them float and drift away
no cares, no troubles

saw the immigrant family 
cooking food on the grill
oh such rich and tantalizing smells 
gliding over daffodil hill

their day
from the field's harsh sun
their way
for making that long, long
run

saw the immigrant family 
little ones chasing butterflies
dipping their toes in the flowing creek
basking under big blue skies

saw the immigrant family 
taking a needed time out 
renewing their spirit in faith
hedging against (all) doubt

their day
from the field's harsh sun
their way
for making that long, long
run
long run


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