Friday, April 6, 2012

A to Z Blogging Challenge: F

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F is for Fields

 









Fields
My childhood was spent in the weeds,
in fields of untamed wheat growing blonde,
in grasses wide enough to call into.
The air was uncluttered.
Long fingers of stratus floated
like angel hair.

A wild place
spreads itself out into the open,
fallow and forgotten,
filling the world with a voice,
whispering
I am here
find me

4 comments:

  1. I remember those fields, though mine were broomstraw instead of wheat. I miss the open space of long, yellow afternoons with limitless thoughts and fantasy.

    Happy A to Z challenge!

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    1. yes, I miss laying back and watching the clouds. :)

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  2. I feel sorry for the kids of today, so few of them will know the joy of lazing for hours in the fields, putting the world to rights.

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