Crimson Fields

Crimson Fields

A Poem by Abel Garcia

Time and Time again,
I sit and watch this field,
I remember how it began.
So long ago,
This field was full of snow,
The heat was not existent,
The sun never showed.
There was never any light, never any fight.
Just a field long ago,
Full of nothing but snow.
Then there was a small spark,
It all began there,
The field bore a mark,
Grass grew like hair,
The Crimson Flower grew,
Bringing life as it flew,
Natures Brew.
My snow then began to melt,
And I saw the world reborn,
And truly I felt,
Comfort and warmth.
Time and Time again,
I sit and watch this field,
I remember how it Began...

© 2011 Abel Garcia


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Abel Garcia
Successor of 'Crimson Flower'

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Abel Garcia
Abel Garcia

Round Rock, TX



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I am a Poet and Short Story writer from Austin, Tx. My writing is either A) Dedicated to somebody, and based upon a topic THEY will know. or B) The sad truths behind the world we live in, through my o.. more..

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