Soham’s Fields A soft rain falls now on Soham fields Fields where once the air, Filled with hope and childhood dreams - Was bathed in sunlight’s golden beams. A damp mist now rolls over Soham fields Fields where once the sun, Would rise and ebb like tidal waters - To warm the blood and hearts of Soham’s daughters. A cold heart has since stalked these Soham fields Fields whereupon the hunter’s eyes ablaze, Were glazed and poisoned by obscene predation - A devil’s glare - a glare of hell’s creation. A mournful silence now falls upon these Soham’s fields Fields where once the leaves, Would gaily dance on autumn’s breath And leave but stalks - to satisfy cruel winter’s death. No longer does the sun bring warmth to Soham fields Fields where air now filled with stagnant tears, Can barely raise the strength with kiss so soft - To lift a single leaf or broken-heart aloft. I hope someday my spirit touches Soham’s fields Fields that I would tread in silent prayer, In hope that, in time, that I may understand - Why god would cut two Roses from this fertile land.   December 19th 2003 A ü§P óê�?IMG height=19 src="emrose.gif" tppabs="http://sc.groups.msn.com/themes/R9c/pby/img/emoticons/emrose.gif" width=19>�?/P> In Loving Memory of 2 Daughters Lost RI P Holly & Jessica Click of the Image to Visit Angels of the Skies (Holly& Jessica Tribute Site                View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook