If I had Ruby Slippers
Back Home Again I'd be
With Grandma's Fried Potatoes
And Grandpa Teasin' Me
Long Walks Out on the Ridge
Grandpa Fishin' in the Pond
I can almost Feel Beneath my Toes
The Freshly Tilled Up Sod
Yes, If I had Ruby Slippers
Back Home is Where I'd be
So, Please Dorothy if You Don't Mind
Could You Loan Them Out to Me?
written shortly after the farm sold by: Alyssa Woollard
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1 comment:
love this poem!
And loved getting to see your sweet family this weekend. You are all so precious. We love you!
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