Open Poetry #45 |
Ageless Field |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Susan with the hair and hands of a child Running through the fields for one last time Here was a child She was living around the field of corn that night And one day she found, she found The way to be alright To grow up without a father She couldn't even believe it that she was alive But susan ran down the stairs And found out she couldn't hide. Along the lines of how we lye, Susan found out she was alright. Susan never saw, never saw her father pull up next to her His blue Chevy handy truck, sat around in the dirt paved muck. Susan never saw another man around Her mother never let her see inside that blouse. And this was all too much, all the years of growing up They began to fade And one last run through the field of corn One last hurrah, for this girl, this woman She was passing her voice to a rising figure She was passing as the sides of the field lifted her way. [This message has been edited by Tomer (08-03-2009 09:02 AM).] |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Ahh... you know, I'm bumping your work because I love it. |
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