Crimson Fields… “To Jeremy”

 

In a field of red poppies caressed

by a summer breeze – surrendering

to twilight.  A union created by Mother

Nature is quickly blending dark and

daylight.  Among the crimson meadow

of blossoms  stands an old man, watching

the sun as it’s golden orb begins to hide

behind a tawny sea.  Art brushes, paints and

canvas in hand he follows a narrow trail to

his boat where he lives; anchored at water’s

edge,his story now woven in color about life,

as he believed it should be –

Peaceful

Contented

Free.

Free to live his life out next to the sea.

 

 

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