.4. Not A Bed Of Roses Poem by David Threadgold

Once in a field full of poppies
I lay down to rest my tires bones
The stillness and quiet was uncanny
No chattering folk on their phones

I lay there for over two hours
Watched clouds drifting by on the blue
Changing their shape in an instant
To something quite different and new

My eyes started closing so freely
I floated away where I dreamed
Of a land without walls to confine me
Where nothing is quite what it seemed

I thought I saw thin marble pillars
Atop which where flags of bright red
They fluttered with noiseless abandon
Here seemed more at home than in bed


© 2008 David Threadgold
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