The Field.


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A empty field,

so lonely so sad

day after day

never watered

never cared for

never played in

just to grow

old and sad

how must it feel

so sad.

it rains

it snows

as the old field

grows old

until some children

come play in it

how it felt so nice

to make someone happy

and to be happy to play in

but once the kids go,

they never come back

until a day when there older

they played the same games

they did when they were little

and the field got his feeling of being

happy

like he felt

when they came

when they were little.

I hope you liked my poem. :)

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