poems of the shepard . . .

~ i'm living in the fields, the fields that grow with
in and that there is without is coming from
about. the fields, they look so green, when the time
has been reborn, and all that is forelorn has
cast it's shadows now.


~ i pause to look at the long story stretched out
across the plains. i know i have no doubt that so
soon we'll cast in the rieghns.


~ looming in a nearby city is a place that looks so
pretty. when i cast my nets about i wonder where
the grass lay out?