In a field - poemSubmitted by The Pen on Fri, 09/20/2013 - 22:57
In a field they are raising a structure -
they who believe,
they who are called upon...
weight of gravel and stone,
a small community to redeem and together bring,
for sake their other-minded:
those whose tongues be not persuaded their eyes -
constantly tugging his feet,
masses of procumbent souls.
Heed what be said,
what be done here...
in a field they raise the cross of a sage.
Peace and Love always.