Freehand

Written in a field by the high school. Inspired by what I saw and felt. Written: May 16, 2008.

Freehand sketches of glorious romance,
The tell-tale lies of honest tongues.
Hiding in green meadows, the closest mimicry of somewhere alive,
   these dying grassy plains with busy, eager, thirsty appetites
   and hard-treading toes.
Back to nature.
Back to the wind.