Show in a garden chair by ANNE CAMPBELL the sea the tumbling sea and smell the spray in the clean salt air the gulls are sailing close to me the sky la Is blue the horizon fair and I 1 have hare not moved from my garden chair I 1 the mountains rise to snowy heights I 1 climb the trall trail and the way is hard my soul goul moves on to new delights I 1 glimpse high heaven 1 I 1 am not barred from beauty though held to my own back yard on wings of fancy I 1 may go to foreign countries and revel there old sights are sweet in me morys glow and loveliness I 1 may never share Is mine as I 1 dream la in a garden chairl chair t copyright Berv lc |