Tag Archives: #Fields

Scarecrows in Fields

If I ‘start’ talking to scarecrows in fields,

then I may have just lost it;

however, if I just ‘continue’ talking to the scarecrows in fields…

… as I have done for many years…

who’s to say that I have become mad?

Standing at the Gate.

Standing at the Gate.

I lean on the gate

and survey the world;

at least, the world within my grasp;

for there is much more than that beyond

my gaze, beyond my ken;

but what I have, I clasp.