The Field For Dreamers..

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    The Field For Dreamers..
    The Bird, fluttering beside my head;
    Such small eyes watched as it disappeared,
    Across the sky and into the clouds.
    Swirling, fallen embers echoed;
    I paused, searching the sky...
    I awoke to the raindrops falling softly upon my face;
    It is late, I must get home....

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    cheronld commented on The Field For Dreamers..

    08-17-2010

    sounds like a place and time I can only begin to envy...the peace and smile it brought however was needed....thanks for such a nice poem...Cher
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    ohmygoodness commented on The Field For Dreamers..

    06-25-2009

    very relaxing,enjoyed reading the piece,have a good day
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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