The Field

Behold the Field is white,
But harvest is up to you,
Though it seems I've lived forever,
Without you, I've nothing to do.

Time repeats itself often,
If you look, you will have found,
No matter how you see it,
It's still one eternal round.

In the Field you'll find the treasure,
And that's the greatest part,
So buy the Field and the treasure,
And with it goes my heart.

You can read my story,
It say's to you, I'll yield,
Please truly love me,
Because I am the Field.!

Poetry by Donald Thornton
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Written on 2011-06-13 at 09:23

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