A green, open field awaits - an invitation,
Enter and look all around - an inspection,
Walk it , feel it , smell it - anticipation,
Dream it for life's destiny - a revelation.
When plowed then sown, a yield
Is drawn from tilth of the field
Held bosom close with our heart
And soul entwined, it's life's start.
Harvest all which you must
Return sustenance as trust.
The circle starts, as it ends
From a point, we are friends?
Light fades dim, turning in sad goodbye,
Moving on only to look back with a sigh.
A dream ? Was it real ? Know, not I.
Surely your life is worth another try.
Ronald C. Downie