"Field Of Remembrance"

"FIELD OF REMEMBRANCE"

 

 

Where is the young boy

Who rain across

these open fields?

 

The courageous child

Who slew dragons

With his make-believe

enchanted sword?

 

The one who

dared to dream

of riding to

the silvery moon?

 

I once laughed

(joyously)

 

Tears were

as once

as common

to me

 

As charity

is to a miser

 

My innocence

Was as

open and evident

 

As the wide

open sky

 

Love

was once

a concept

 

As brilliant & breathtaking

As the rising

sun above

 

And as sweet

as a perfectly

ripe peach

 

the hues & textures

of my

youth

 

were as

vibrant as

a technicolor sky

 

As the

summer memories

faded into

the increasingly

winter nights

 

I have found

my ebon hair

 

turning silently

gray

 

The habitaul smiles

and sweet innocence

 

have disappeared

into the dusty dawn

 

As my wrinkled

hands ache & yearn

for bygone days

 

I increasingly fear

the pale rider

 

who waits

at the end

of my race

 

as tears

prohibit my

weary vision

 

my caustic

common sense

 

regards me

to the decadent days

of yesterday

 

where the

beauty of today

 

beguiles me

like the

sweet jasmine

 

of those

long ago

forgotten fields

 

a place where

hopes & dreams

 

still had

a chance

 

of perhaps

coming true

 

 

Kenny L. Mitchell

January 3, 2009

 

 

 

  

Reviews

[You Don't Know Me]

Your title caught my eye and your words really drew me in. I often become nostalgic and miss my childhood a great deal, especially the innocent eyes I used to view the world through. I love reading pieces like this. It really made me smile, in addition to giving one hope that childhood dreams still have a chance of coming true. Adding to favorites.

[QuietPoet]

This was beautiful and uplifting. It makes me want to carry on with my dreams and focus hard on them. Great job on this. You truely have a way with words.

[cest la vie]

Kenny,
an almost woeful piece. As we age we look in the rear view mirror, and yes, those dreams never seemed to get attended to. Did they? I love your classic style of writing. Beautiful expression here my Kenny-San:-)

[Mark]

"I look around,
The leaves are brown
And the sky
Is a Hazy Shade of Winter."
Similar emotional bracket here--I'm getting old, and that pisses me off!