The field

She grew up on the side of the road where the wild flowers grow. her long dark hair flowed gracefully down her back and tickled the back of her legs. sun kissed her cheeks when she layed alone in the field. staring hopelessly at the never ending light blue sky. the wind wirled around her covering her with the sent of sweet grass. stains covered her baby pink dress, grounding her. this was the place she spent most of her time. trying to remember herself. to find herself. just as the sun touched the horizon giving it one last hug goodbye. she rolled over onto her stomach and closed her eyes. stretching out her arms she embrassed the ground and gave the field a hug goodnight. she rose from her spot in the field and it playfully licked her feet as she ran inside her humble farm house. she grew old here in the house by the field. she wrote here, endless romance novels and poems. she never loved here though, no man could ever replace her love for that field and open sky, no man could incase her imagination when all she ever wanted to do was fly. She would die here. under the deep never ending sky. with her glasses hanging loosly from a himp chain around her neck. her dark hair pinned up tight and falling into her face. her pink stained dress stained and tangled around her legs. with the field kissing her with ever breeze and holding her as she would leave. there she lay still and cold as the sun held her close and said goodnight. the field then took her. kept her and loved her into it. never letting her beautiful body disinigrate. they took her body and soul and named her mother. she loved the earth mor ethan the world could ever know and fell inlove that day....she walked in the field.





the field

She grew up
 on the side of the road
where the wild flowers grow.
 her long dark hair flowed
gracefully down her back
and tickled the back of her legs.

 sun kissed her cheeks
 when she layed alone in the field.
staring hopelessly
at the never ending light blue sky.
the wind wirled around her
covering her with the sent of sweet grass.
 stains covered her baby pink dress,
grounding her.

 this was the place
she spent most of her time.
trying to remember herself.
 to find herself.

just as the sun touched the horizon
giving it one last hug goodbye.
she rolled over onto her stomach
 and closed her eyes.

stretching out her arms
she embrassed the ground
and gave the field a hug goodnight.
she rose from her spot in the field
 and it playfully licked her feet
 as she ran inside her humble farm house.

 she grew old here in the house by the field.
 she wrote here, endless romance novels and poems.
 she never loved here though,
 no man could ever replace her love
for that field and open sky, no man
 could incase her imagination
when all she ever wanted to do was fly.

 She would die here.
under the deep never ending sky.
with her glasses hanging loosly
from a himp chain around her neck.
her dark hair pinned up tight
and falling into her face.
 her pink stained dress stained
and tangled around her legs.

with the field kissing her with ever breeze
 and holding her as she would leave.
 there she lay still and cold
as the sun held her close and said goodnight.

 the field then took her.
 kept her and loved her into it.
never letting her beautiful body disinigrate
. they took her body and soul
and named her mother.

she loved the earth
more than the world
could ever know and fell inlove
 that day with the field.