no one knows the pasture the fences in need of good mending; the gravelled dust is too busy skytracking. ~susan

A million pictures of fencing and farm Pass before my inner eye But I don't know which one is true, Which one is the golden view? ~El Poeto

This used to be the gateway for family and friends, until they closed the field of corn. Now there is no future, for anyone. ~brazero

I took the path that gashed      Up and over      For a four leaved clover I hope it will save my bullseye ass ~dementedclown

 

 

 

 

Pardon me for asking, but perhaps you might know where I left my small obelisk -- I do miss it so. I can't seem to remember if I left it at home or next to that cow, or by the hedgerow.   ~MC

walk the narrow path of life laid bare and true find contemplation, the soul's vexation before a grassy knoll   ~Kelley

I'll meet you just right of the path in a patch of long and luscious grass, with a picnic feast, the lover's kind no basket in hand, just heart and mind.   ~Corinne

 

memories rise jigsaw patches of green hues infused with red condensing ~Rick

 

 

There used to be a house where the path ends, I can still hear the laughter       of barefoot children echoing through the wheat.   ~Judy

Sometimes it's like a sunny day on pebble strewn path, where the bramble bush waits to greet you but the cherry tree begs you to sit awhile and forget the thorns.   ~Amaleheart

The wind plummets from the clouds buffeting ear drums with inconstant patter every whisp of cotton unravelling the wordless mass clean as a mind unpicking steps out of rough brambles   ~lev

Lester pensively strode down the verdant 'back alley' Where he was to meet with the sweet maiden Sally For she was for he and he was for she But her husband was not for her stealing a dally ~wannabe