A green open field awaits - an invitation,
Enter and look all around - an inspection,
Walk it , feel it , smell it - anticipation,
Think it and deep dream it - destiny's revelation .
When plowed then sown, the yield
Is drawn from tilth the field
Held bosom close with heart
And soul entwined, life's start .
Harvest that which you must
Return sustenance as trust .
The circle starts and ends
Which part are we its friends?
When the light fades dim we turn in sad goodbye ,
Moving on only to look back with a sigh .
A dream ? Was it real ? Know, not I .
Tomorrow's tomorrow ,surely, life's worth the try.
Ronald C. Downie