Pennsylvania Fields

Pennsylvania Fields, by David Whitsell

Rocky and rolling hills give way To green green grass and a glimpse of brighter days Inland from the sea lie fields just past Penn’s woods Where every fall Friday hearts sink and sing People round our globe are fed The young get drunk, deer get shot, and the sun still rises Heroes fell from the sky And great men in blue and gray consecrated this ground America is surmised here In Pennsylvania Fields Learn more about David on the...

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