let my field of dreams begin.
let my field of dreams begin.
by rory byrnes
it’s the season;
the season for those days
and those weeds that sprout up.
they makes the kids laugh and
the gardeners cry.
d a n d e l i o n s
they cover the fields in their sperm,
blowing, every which way.
they have nothing to hide.
no cares,
no worries.
they live and
we die.
their leave their mark and the whole world notices.
it’s the first day of summer
and the coke’s worn off….
and all i see are D A N D E L I O N S.
oh, i was waiting patiently to read this when i saw it in the ‘pending review’ camp base. i sensed that it would be my kind of poem. it reminds me of this:
http://www.haggardandhalloo.com/2008/10/31/pneumonia/
except yours is better &i love dandelions.
we must have a ‘worship nature’ themed week!
That’s a good idea. I’ll find some submissions having to do with nature and post those this next week.