The Summer Fields (poem)

Across the summer fields is heard a voice

A song upon some lazy afternoon

It beckons something lost again rejoice

A dream so long forgot with shadows strewn


The first to greet this feeling is a tear

But then we stop to wonder why we cry

And as we do we’re taken by a fear

Which draws us back across those days gone by


Across these summer fields there is no light

Just days that follow days of misery

Illusion and false hope dance through this night

I see a world which has no room for me


Across this dark I sense familiar song

Maybe some starlight I can hold on to

Some right upon a world that’s gone so wrong

The song the voice the memory of you

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grand old lady 2 years ago from Philippines

I love this poem. So sensitively written. Nuff said:)

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vkwok 2 years ago from Hawaii

This is amazing, heart-touching poetry, Martin!

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tillsontitan 2 years ago from New York

Definitely lots to think about in this beautiful poem. How sad the memories here.

Voted up, awesome, and beautiful.

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