I was in the countryside with my pencil and eye, The clouds above did glide, through the morning sky.
Every wish was dream true, as the breeze was swaying: Spring grass of the new in the moments playing. My spirit felt its love as new thoughts were waking!
Like a cloud here far above, Swiftly flights soaring taking.
Taken photos and drew sketches that match the whole feeling, what a creative job.
Walkin' in Green Garden
We didn't know that times were lean
Round our house the grass was green
It didn't seem like things were all that bad
I bet we walked a thousand miles
Chopin "Cotton and pushion" plows
And learin' how to give it all we had
As life went on and years went by
I saw the light in daddy's eyes
And felt the love in mama's hands
They kept us warm and Kept us fed
Taught us how to look ahead
Now looking'back, I understand
We were walkin' in high Cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
Walkin' in Green Garden
Old times there are not forgotten
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced
Walkin' in Green Garden
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