A Poem for Kristine's Project

Sunday, January 06, 2008

new poem off the cuff for Kristine's project


Once There was a field that owned a Little Fantasia Boy
The Field Wept as The Boy Slept
The Boy Grew and The Feild shimmered Golden
The Boy Marched as The Field Grew the Trees

The Words that crossed the winds of sadness ran and whipped when he went away
The Wars on The Fields bring the Many Boys together to shed Blood on her Grass
The Fields believe that They are Here for another Reason

The man lay buried and the Grass grows
The Field allows her many dwellers to Thrive on her bossom
The Boy onced lived off the land to which he now Grows into