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The Barren Field
The Barren Field
The summer wind blows the dust from the field
The hard earth is now to dry to ever be tilled
No rain left to fall from the empty summer sky
All the once flowing creek beds are now dry
No roots can take hold in land with no moisture
Clumps of sod each resting in its own cloister
The field once grew flowers of all beautiful colors
They were picked and given to star crossed lovers
Now they have all withered and blown away in the wind
Never to grow to their beauty and be shown again
The summer wind blows the dust from the field
The hard earth is now to dry to ever be tilled
No rain left to fall from the empty summer sky
All the once flowing creek beds are now dry
No roots can take hold in land with no moisture
Clumps of sod each resting in its own cloister
The field once grew flowers of all beautiful colors
They were picked and given to star crossed lovers
Now they have all withered and blown away in the wind
Never to grow to their beauty and be shown again
Published 15th Apr 2018
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