Field and Stream

En dikt jag skrev när jag var 15 16 år, där runtomkring. Jag kommer ihåg den än.

Field and Stream

Field and stream before the sunset
Nature’s beauty to behold
Fleeting glimpses of a daydream
Almost real, and yet still old
Beauty’s passage – everlasting
Feel the blast of icy cold
Mournful cries of death deceiving
Eyeing something new and bold
Crying out for life and living
Yet still waiting to be told.

Owen Laws
1975-1976