When our time here is done <br />another day will come <br />when we'll return <br />to the fields of home. <br /> <br />We'll talk and sing <br />and our laughter will ring <br />as we swim <br />in its sweet flowing river. <br /> <br />Together once more <br />on that other shore, <br />in a place where <br />we'll never grow old, <br /> <br />my love and I <br />will walk forever <br />in fields <br />of glistening gold.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-day-112/
