Field Upon Field

Field upon field of clandestine green
The likes of which are found surrounding you and me
A solitary stone keeps watch outside O’Reilly’s gate
A AGM is being held, I’ll eavesdrop on their debates
This meandering road implodes, and so do I
For I transcend as I descend in search of warmer climes
Dance with me
Upon this breeze so fine
In your grandfather’s coat you adore and you dote upon the treeline
Dance with me
Upon this breeze so fine
In your granddaddy’s coat you adore and you dote upon the treeline
You spoke of all the wondrous joys that await me down the line
The beauty and potential in my embryonic mind
What if that’s true and meant to be?
I’ll stand and raise the mast for every fallen, broken boy whose dreams died in
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