Maize FieldA Poem by Middling
From a leafy window I gaze
Out to a long field of maize, Which is baker adjacent On this beautiful summer day Where all one can do is procrastinate. But this is not my minds intention I am remembering those wonderful days, When fond friends walked through the field And talked of silly childish things, But little can I do for the passing of time. As I write this rhyme I am far away, For I left my friends and family each and A hole in my heart and soul transcends For no longer familiar friends are we, As we were when were so small and wee, Uncertain words of long time no see And innocent smiles of our terrible squalor, For we have awkwardness to a tee. © 2010 MiddlingAuthor's Note
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Added on July 6, 2010Last Updated on July 6, 2010 Tags: Maze field poem middling Author
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