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Johnson's Field

the field is no longer there    where
all of youth and ego collided and
her first glance was seen   but shied from
all to be born in a thousand recollections

the field is no longer there    where
near dusk I sat    alone    blurring
through November's naked branches
lamenting another summer passed

the field where I killed an attacking tree
sidearm from thirty yards    dead center
no one saw   but no one needed to
it happened

the field is no longer filled with fights and
fun and bragging and just    hanging out
talkin bout how Joe's brother could press a 100
or how Cyndy's boobs were huge    nothing
of importance was left to be conjured

one day I drove away and when I went back
it was gone    but like that smile I shied from
never really    gone

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 11/28/2018 4:06:00 PM
We had a ball field which I remember fondly "from the day" Great example, Craig. It's nice to be able to write free verse this way!
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craig cornish
Date: 11/28/2018 7:48:00 PM
Thanks AD--I pray you will dive into this--I know you prefer rhyme but I also know you LOVE "from the day" as well---get er done! Be weirdly wonderful!!!!!!!!!
Date: 11/25/2018 6:52:00 PM
This is so full of nostalgia, very stirring-
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Date: 11/19/2018 1:27:00 PM
Wonderful piece.
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craig cornish
Date: 11/19/2018 2:54:00 PM
Thanks Maureen!