Field in My Backyard

The grasses sway

In the wind

Bending with

The weight of grain.

Flowers poke

Their heads above

Longing for

The rays of sun

Insects of

Brilliant color

Flit in my hair.

Ants crawl up,

Tickle my legs

Exploring my frame.

As I lay

And close my eyes

I become

One with my home

Thankful for

The field in my backyard


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