Fertile Fields

Fertile Fields By Migdalia Torres A cobbled stone made of red brick, which I picked up and placed on a solid white rock pressed against Venus whose tales of Fertile Fields were just not true The myths of the Greek Goddess Blue Moon which shined against the Valleys Green Tall Fields brought to mind of a Paper Copy Photo I had of her riding upon a Big Charade of Fire, being pulled by Two White Pegasus I started to walk alone in the Center of the Field, when suddenly a Big Strong Breeze blew the photo out of my hands and into a Big Leafless Oak Tree Then a Storm gusted Tornado Wind blew and raise the old photo past the clouds and into the midnight sky Good-Bye I waived to the paper photo You are right to be set free The Fertile Fields will become fertile once again when all the Greek Goddesses join Venus and come down as friends