I’m trying something new today. I’m gonna jump into the deep end and publish my first poem. As Frank Sinatra would say, “This is my first affair, please be kind.” Let me know if you like it. If you don’t like it, buzz off. Actually, I don’t care what you think. I like it and this is my poem and I stand by it. I’m not being defiant……you are.
Haha, Reid
“Fields”
Dreams come alive
In the fields of my mind
Kids chirping, running, playing ball
Chasing bugs, and each other
Humid summer days
Indian summer nights
Hot air balloons floating while we’re chasing
Dad, girl, and a little boy
Dreaming of Forever
Dad relaxing with a beer in one hand
Me in his other
Memories seared into the mind eternally
Playing catch, hitting balls
A boomerang, a kite
Gathering fireflies
We used to call ’em lightning bugs
Young love, it lasts forever
Memories of feeling small
Always safe, always safe
Near the weeping willows
The creeks and lakes
Horses in the tall grass prairie
Feeling less safe, yet more adventurous
Fields of hope, joy, memories
In the recesses of the brain
Nature walks and fireworks
Everlasting dreams start in the field
For both Father and Son
A romance never to return
A boy and his friends
A father’s protective presence
Lying in the grass
looking up at the puffy
white clouds overhead.
Fathers and sons
Dreams that last forever
They start in the fields
Some dreams shall never die.
I like it! Well done for your first poem. Wish my first poem was this good lol
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Thanks!
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Good job Dutch!
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Thank you Robert.
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