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On Fields…With You by Ed Novick On Fields we would play; fields green, brown and white; Chasing balls and dreams, and sometimes glories. Making times worth memories for stories Of wins and defeats, and plays out of sight. The hours and days and fun beyond number We’d throw or we’d hit or we’d catch or roam O’er fields, counting scores, ‘til Mom called us home Tired and aching and hungry for slumber. From tots, to teens, to men we have since grown On Fields of Wonder, under skies of blue Ever seeking to play, one with the other. So whenever we’re feeling lost and alone You can think of me, and I’ll think of you On Fields, at Play. I love you my Brother.
This poem was written for and was given to Mike Novick.
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