Please tell me what you think.
This is dedicated to Dad and NH.
Alone in a field
I sit in the mud as the rain falls
I dry in the eastern wind
I bake in the sun of endless summers
I chip and crack in the grip of winters claw
I was there when she first learned to walk
I held her up when she contemplated life
I was even there when he made her his wife
I look forward to her child's cries
In one place I am more then a space
The lonely boy's sanctuary
A little girl's flower table
The granite bolder
Alone in a field
By M. Emmett Townsend
© 10/28/04 Yoakum Texas
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Comments: 4
Sometimes I think sad comes through more easly then true happyness... mainly true happyness is too hard to show without seeming trite or fake.
My life is full of joy, but I have als see the sadder side, but if nothing else the dark must be experianced in order to understand and apreciate the light.
Thanks for commenting,
Matthew