Misty Fields

I can remember the horses at the pasture

misty mornings and cool of the evenings

I can remember when the wind whistles

in the corners of the house

I can feel the fear of the dark

when shaking inder

my little bed trying to squeeze

the pillow to my safety

Riding through the grain fields

days of childhood in my memories

flying over the hills unforgettable

over and over again

In my dreams I live again

my childhood life from night to night

I could wake with the smell of new-mown hay

I could wake and taste the blood in my mouth

I can feel the fear of the dark

when shaking inder

my little bed trying to squeeze

the pillow to my safety