What a . . . .

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. . . . . Wonderful World.

America. I call it "My World" because, although I have lived abroad, it is the only world I truly love and care about. And so, as we are nearing the end of our visiting time with our Cloradoian families, I listened to a very unknown singer provided for us as a courtesy of our campground.

He closed his concert with a Louis Armstrong favorite. And as he sang "What a Wonderful World, I listened, truly for the first time, closely to the words the song as it ponded home so many wonderful thoughts from this trip.

I see trees of green. Red roses too. I see them bllom. For me and for you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I saw those trees and roses in Washington State. And I knew it was My World, but I'll share it with you!

I see skies of blue. Clouds of white. Bright blessed days. Dark sacred nights. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I saw those skies of blue, backed by clouds of white, s I pondered at the marvel of Mount Rushmore. And Iknew that was My World, but I'll share it with you!

The colors of a rainbow. So pretty in the sky. Are also on the faces of people passing by. I see friends skaking hands, saying, "How do you do". They're really saying, ......."I Love you."

I saw the rainbows after the thunder storms in Colorado. And I shook those hands of my family and friends in South Dakota. And I really was saying, "I love you!" It is My World, but I'll share it with you!

I hear babies cry. I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll ever know. And, I think to myself what a wonderful world.

And I watched my little grandchildren cry as they grow. And I know someday how smart they will become. It is My World, but I'll share it with you!

God truly has given me His wonderful world!
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