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Yet another stony field traversed
as have been so many others;
this one perhaps among the worst
but they really seem like one another.

Each so different, yet the same,
all of equal length and girth.
Some are cultivated, tame,
well tilled and bearing rich deep earth.

Others have grown wild with brambles,
hiding vines and stones on which to trip;
slowing my steps to cautious shambles,
hands longing for a staff to grip.

It seems each time I cross a ley
it's the hard crossings which I recall.
The easy ones just fade away
like humming birds in early fall.

For some reason every year in March
I think of each and every field
surrounded by the oaks and larch
and all the memories they yield.

It takes one full year to trek each one
be it serene or full of strife
but when summed up once crossings done
their result will become my life .

Style / type: 
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Last few words: 
Happy birthday to me. Three score and two years..........stan
Editing stage: 


Guess again. Hint : It was posted today....................stan

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You got this just right. Sometimes it seems the fields are a bit too rugged doesn't it ? But there are smoother walks to be had. As to my birthday , there are still 10 minutes of it left so you are not late. Thank you for taking time to visit and comment and may your fields always be stone free............stan

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Always happy to hear from you, even when not on my birthday. Go read some more then get some sleep...........Rx from Doc Holliday lol

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Then Stan once again
i'll surely read you

Ur a day older than yesterday
more of wisdom
i'm sure you will continue to display.
have a good week end
from today
i am going
for a biref while away
to usa


When you get down to my stomping grounds lol. Hope your sojourn is a pleasure(pleasant?) trip.......scribbler

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Hmmmm.... you know i value all suggestions, but if you read this aloud you may find rhyme in the words I used.Of course pronunciation differences may be to blame also. Thank you for the suggestions...........stan

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Who can match your skill for taking the reader with them on your rambles through fields of life, Stan i'd say your out there on your own. There must be a book waiting for these poems. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Pardon me while I change to larger hat size from head swelling from pride lol.I think I may try a few of my poems on a local University publication and see how loudly they laugh. I appreciate your encouragement and support.........stan

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It is great to see you here commenting. I am glad that you see the comparison. I added another stanza at the end because so few did. Hope you are doing well...............stan

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I think is right spelling. Get all the rest you need, we'll all still be here............stan

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I sensed a gentle undulating path, so the trip hasn't been too hard I hope? We have a lovely expression immanating from the Dutch, which says "perhaps someday I'l
roll a stone out of your path" as a means of saying "I hope to lighten your load".
Well captured use of metaphor!
Thanks for sharng


I like that saying. We all have rough places in our treks but the smooth path would not be appreciated without them. Thank you for visiting........stan

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a great new year's poem. nice job stan!

Enjoyed this one from you :)

Didn't really expect much response. I just did a minor edit and it automatically went to head of stream. But I'm glad you dropped in and liked this................stan

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Haven't seen you around lately. I'm pleased you like this "rerun" lol............stan

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Sometimes, at times there's a feeling at the bottom most pit
in ones form
why do we compose?
expect others to repose,
faith in what one does say,
poetry is just a manner to display,
the nuances of the innermost
depths of one's own conflict,
why upon others our misery
do we have to inflict?
readers’ minds are as sore
as mine and of course your
of that one ought to be quite sure
yet the emotional surge
pangs of disarray
desire to be read
and showered a praise,
exists in every artful one
of that neither you nor I
is an exception...
or are we!


Yes I expect most poets enjoy praise as do I. But these old poems get edited to try to tweek them into becoming better, not to fish for comments. But it Is nice when they get responses.........stan

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Lucky that we don't have to plough each field, and that some are prepared for us on those days be they few where someone else does all the work.
Should they be fields of gold as the song goes, I can only say that my fields have been prepared by a being that knew me before I arrived.
I have put some lovely aspens at the end of the fields where there is a spring of the most beautiful water you have ever known, Also a seat where we can sit and chat of the before days..
Life is sometimes hard for many, why we cannot use our energies in making life better, instead of taking lives, I don't know.
I will await for you there, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

It takes stoney fields to make us truly appreciate the smooth ones doesn't it?......................stan

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i think this needs work with the meter

love the theme - the text and subtext - great analogy, great rhyme

love judy

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Broken no, maybe scratched. lol.Maybe I've read this one too many times and have thus imbued it with the "poetic voice" that makes the rhytm sound good to my big ol' ears. But as the many times which I've edited this oldy shows, I'm seldom truly finished with most of my stuff. Perhaps my next edit will smooth it out a bit more. Appreciate your visiting this oldie..........stan

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