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 tilled 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, as do friends?
Dim light fades, turning we say goodbye,
Moving on, only to look back, with a sigh.
A dream ? Was it real ? Know, not I.
Surely your life's worthy of another try.
Ronald C. Downie