Thursday, December 15, 2011

Dream It

     Dream It

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

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