In The Field Where The Flowers Grow; Fond Memories

A poem of promises, sacrifice, forgiveness, and realizations


In the Field Where the Flowers Grow


In the field where the flowers grow

By the tree and the stream so slow

Is where my fond memories of you


Compel me to realize

Our worries are so small in size

Compared to when we were each alone


Now as I look at the silent brook

And as I see this majestic tree

My heart swells, and I think of our sweet home


For we have made so many strides

Conquered fears as we laughed and cried

Together, we have fought and we have won


But alas, now I sit and freeze

By the trunk of the tree in a summer breeze

I can’t bear to think that we are done


Then, I stare - at this awesome cloud

Bearing down with some thunder loud

And I flee, as it cracks behind my back


Soon a moan I can’t help but hear

Follows me from my tree so dear

A limb falls to cover my last track


Then at home, I find you my dear

Your arms outstretched, in your eyes a tear

So warm is your love I must confess


Even though I have let you down

You have shown that our love is sound

Forgiven me, and given me your best


As tomorrow comes, we’ll walk, us two

And smell the scent of honeydew

And see the rainbow at its very best


And as we come upon our site

We’ll witness all the Lord’s sweet might

With life anew, we know that we are blessed


The tree agrees, it has rebound

And the stream, through its melodic sound

All concur; these promises are true


The world is given to enjoy

But life is sacred, not a toy

As storms or troubles offer us a clue


A sacrifice we must all make

Our partners we must not forsake

The picture becomes clearer by the day


From melody to harmony

And finally, great symphony

The setting of our lives begins to play


In the field, where the flowers grow


© Copyright 2009 Timothy Alexander Donnelly


Comments 6 comments

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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Very nice. Very nice

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Timothy Donnelly 6 years ago from Ontario, Canada Author

Thank you my good man. I still enjoy that place from time to time. The tree mentioned is an old oak, affectionately known as our Prayer Tree. It now stands on the border of a (wilderness) park, with development right next to it - quite a contrast.

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Dolores Monet 6 years ago from East Coast, United States

Beautiful. I love how you take consolation in nature and how the beauty of nature can remind us of God, our own inconsequential actions, and engender in us a sense of renewal.

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Timothy Donnelly 6 years ago from Ontario, Canada Author

Dolores, thank you for your incisive and generous remarks.

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Lady_E 4 years ago from London, UK

Such a gorgeous poem. I wish I had someone to read it to.

Very inspiring. Thanks.

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Timothy Donnelly 4 years ago from Ontario, Canada Author

Lady_E, thank you for your heartfelt comment ... perhaps one day I will include a video which better articulates the sounds of emotion that this piece elicits. It is meant to be read "gently", and thoughtfully, with its lyrics flowing in a soft melody of gracious reflection and memory.

Thank you again, and I wish you the best, including someone to share it with, in a proactive sense I might add, because its inspiration actually describes a realization of the imminent death (from natural causes) of a loved one; reconciliation before this occurrence was the moral of the composition.

I hope all readers can appreciate one another, especially those close to them, with a greater sense that life (and love and peace) is indeed so very precious, but also realize that an inherent component beyond our control is that life itself is also so very fleeting. I hope readers are inspired to treat each other with empathy, compassion and forgiveness at all times; it’s really the best way to go, for our own mental health, and for our eternal salvation.

P.S., I love a “Lady”. Peace and good tidings Lady_E.

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