The Field

I breathe in my field of flowers
Heart and soul smiling
A weed assaults my eyes
More and more surround me

I toil
Sun pounding my back
Pain embraces my knees
Soil moist from exertion
Why do I toil?

I doubt
Exhausted I slumber
And my field is still there
Where it has always been

I awake and toil
Heart and soul smiling

by Jeff Klagenberg © 2004