A Forgotten Field

March 28, 2018
By sb333 PLATINUM, Hartland, Wisconsin
sb333 PLATINUM, Hartland, Wisconsin
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Clueless,
I float about the pale birches, as
my reflection of burning reds
streams down the river.

 

Curious,
I jolt around to the snap of ground twigs
each cracking carefully,
each creak creeping closer.


Concerned,
I wince at the movement,
each fiber tugging,
each escape vanishing.

 

 Cautiously,
 I peer at unusual visions—
 sights, sounds, smells,
 brighter lights, greener stems.

 

Comfortably,
I land on the hand of a nearby child.
Giggles echo,
and the room pours out with spirit.


Calmly,
I reminisce before a finger-printed window.
No birch trees, no rivers,
but this is my home.



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