Haunted Fields

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


A poem about haunting memories of the past

Submitted: February 03, 2018

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From dawn to dusk, he walks the lonely fields, each day
With his shovel over his shoulder.
He checks for thing astray in the fields.
Those who recognized him remarks,
He hasn’t grown old since the day,
they first got together with him.
He still wears his old straw cowboy hat
Blue faded long sleeves shirt and pants.
He still wears his green hip boots.
To walk in the murky water of the rice field
Now, he does not speak to many.
Plenty, have spoken with him in the predawn hours.
From words, He wanders in the distance rice fields.
They recognize his shovel over his shoulders.
Others caught sight of him driving an old John Deere tractor with plow,
in a field but disappears in their presence.
The only visible sign of him, being here is a single distant sound of a John Deere tractor’s steam whistle in the twilight sky.
No one understands why he walks the fields.
If they knew, they will shed a tear.
Someday, his journey for his family's crest
will be over for him.
Until then he never rest

 


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