Across The Field by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

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Across The Field

Across the field I once did stare
Towards the woodland that was there
I felt the cold of autumn air
And saw leaves upon the ground.

The early morning was so still
As sunlight rose above the hill
And began to warm the morning chill
But it couldn't warm my heart.

The sky was of the deepest blue
The frost was melting into dew
And I remember clearly too
Just how I felt that day.

But now that day has long since gone
With my chance to be someone
I wish for once that luck had shone
On me and brought me love.

ANDREW BLAKEMORE

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Nosherwan Khan (9/24/2008 3:07:00 AM)
This is a beautiful poem I would like to request you to read my poem a favorite cousin and leave your kind comments Thank You

Nosherwan Khan (9/19/2008 10:50:00 AM)
Good rhyming throughout the poem and a good picture of the sun rising from the horizon.

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ANDREW BLAKEMORE (01/01/1966 / ALDRIDGE)