Julian Mann

Sun Field - Poem by Julian Mann

Sitting on a mossy log
a whirlwind of leaves
has its hand over a car's mouth
as it passes

A tree helps me up
I do a little dance round it
I walk towards the Sun Field
it always seems further away
but thats ok
I'm being pulled back
by a girl

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 1, 2012

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