
A field of dreams where horses play, and grow and change day by day. They're shiny coins or potters clay, that will not stay-nor-stay the same. Where they go and how they do, is more than dreams. It's training too. Will they be known throughout the land? It all depends on, whose hands they get.
Or, will they be some young girl's pet? While Doc and Betty are so kind, their lovely colts stay on my mind. All time it seems I'll not forget their Field of Dreams.
Tova Johnson, 2005