Planting Fields


Planting Fields Arboretum
An arboretum on Long Island with beautiful greenhouses, gardens, trails and scenery
United States
37° 5' 24.864" N, 95° 42' 46.4076" W

Wake up early -- 

10 in the morn.

Outside your house

I beep the horn.

I packed a bag up

for the day,

so you and I 

could get away,

lay on the grass 

stare up at the sky -- 

we’ve done some things

to expand our minds


You hop right in 

and were on our way.

This trip was arranged

in a special way.

Its not our nature

to look far ahead.

We find there’s freedom

in planning less

about the day and

where it may lead.

And because of this 

we are fully freed.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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