Saturday, November 6, 2010

SF poem: Field Trip

Field Trip,
by Alice M. Roelke

One perfect summer
sunlight-dappled farm
unexpected picnicker
with bottle of wine
sitting
in the middle
of nowhere
in a field
remembers the past
watches the little girl she
was
playing and running
and watching
the woman she will become
sitting in the grass
reliving her past

3 comments:

wordlings said...

Oh, I love it!

Grace Bridges said...

Hey, thanks for coming by my blog. Much appreciated. And this is a lovely poem!

Lum said...

Thanks so much, Grace and Wordlings! :D