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

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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

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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

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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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