Poetry In The Fields

The grass is growing,

flowers so beautiful in every direction,

a squirrel running by,

birds singing their happy tunes,

exploring a dream,

the sun shines upon me,

walking on this field of beauty,

talking poetry out loud,

realizing what life means to me,

a smile on my face comes out,

a feeling of hope,

and a feeling of faith.




Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2009-07-07 at 13:58

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