Field Of DreamsA Poem by DevonsThe dandelions watch but their vigil lasts not long by comparison of Man though his is nothing to tree and to stone
From a branch once hung thieves atop the tower, archers in the field laid lovers different lives, different eras different deaths, different tortures
The view is unchanged through hundreds of years though now it's fenced-in a sea of grassed memories of blood, sweat, and tears
But modern eyes are blind to the time that has passed of the fighting, the living giving, taking, loving just to know their existence won't last
And the tower still stands by the tree, in the field of long-gone dreams, unseen lived-out now, it seems but new hearts will come, and will yield © 2015 DevonsFeatured ReviewReviews
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StatsAuthorDevonsSouth West, United KingdomAboutWE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW by Haz I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps enough space between them for your space.. more..Writing
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