Out in the Fields

Writer's Cramp Entry

This poem is entered in "The Writer's Cramp" .

Out in the Fields

Out in the fields
still to have failed
no consequences here
nobody jailed

Grazing and writing
one summer day at a time
No one to read
No need to rhyme

Life sings with clouds
hence, my stormy mood
The morning is dark
Fine time to brood

Out in the fields
searching for sun
Another day older
My life not yet done


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