Field in My Backyard
In the wind
Bending with
The weight of grain.
Flowers poke
Their heads above
Longing for
The rays of sun
Brilliant color
Flit in my hair.
Ants crawl up,
Tickle my legs
Exploring my frame.
As I lay
And close my eyes
I become
One with my home
Thankful for
The field in my backyard
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