Marck Riggins

Where Emerald Fields Grow - Poem by Marck Riggins

Warm breeze brush 'cross these hills
Ushering peace, echoes long past.
Waves of heat rise from the field
Mockingbird rejoices in blue sky vast.

Green upon green, heather to sage
Splendor and beauty, savor the sight.
Altering landscape age unto age;
Starlings cry into the night.

Possessed by this passion
when all alone:
One's heart can take root
where emerald fields grow.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written in the West Hills of Temecula, about 16 miles from Pacific Ocean. A beautiful glade on a plateau that caught my muse, is the subject I tried to capture, in the spring/summer 1986.

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  • (10/28/2012 3:42:00 AM)

    Only two poems from your brilliant mind are enough to certify you as the 'Poet King'. You must let your creative brain flow in order to let the world treasure your verses..You surely are my favourite poet. This work is wonderful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012

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