A Field Of Dreams Poem by John Ackerman

Soaring to new heights
Tossing and turning into the night
Be happy for what you have
On the inside
Many run away & hide
I sought a peace today in a field of dreams
A solemn vow to escape
Any means...
To soar to new heights
Through wings in sorted flight
Forget the night
The day is far spent
But we haven't made a dent
This is the place where
Dreams are made
For a noble heart
That is so very brave
A place to relax & bask in
The rich expanse of love
Fashioned from the hand of god above.