Out of the twisted woods
And into an open field
Light wavy green grass
Coats every bump and hill
Wild flowers are scattered
Enticing with their scent
Want to stop and smell
Grab hold and carry
Not now, shade is the goal
Searching with tired eyes
For trees that hide like
Kids playing games
Tormenting and teasing
Those only seeking refuge
Appearing now the oak stands
Throwing shade onto the grass
Crawling through the lonely field
Looking only to be sheltered
Sun burning the flesh
Shade calling with its cool breath
Request from divine powers
Strength to make it
Through the lonely field

01/18/2002

Posted on 01/18/2002
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