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Fields of Rosemary

By Justerespirer, Wellesely, MA

I gaze across swaying fields of rosemary,
Moving softly over fields of bitter coffee earth
Lying softly between ivory clouds,
That I forever get lost in,

It’s my home,
Pastures in the sky,
Of which I dream and wish for,
Like the jade-emerald grass of the golf course,
Where we talked for hours,

I feel the warm spring breeze,
That seems to swim through my body,
Or at least that’s the only explanation I have,
For the lightness in my chest,

Or like the cool mud of the duck pond,
Mixing with the weeds,
Like the water flowing under the bridge,

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