Timothy Marshal Nichols


Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.1 - Fields Of Wilderness - Poem by Timothy Marshal Nichols

Yellow barley lying there
outstretched, ripe
A crinkled crag
overhanging
sharp, stunning

One watching deep in the valley
nuzzling
eyes bright
Another runs through the barley
stops still, picks a piece
rips the ears off
then sucks the stem

How come they are so beautiful

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 18, 2012


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