Poetry Sunday ~ Fields of Green

Pss. 102: 7 I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top.

Fields of Green

I no longer feel that I belong

I’m out on the farm all alone.

Washing over the fields so green

No more do I feel I’m my own.

I’m distant from the child I knew

The one who weathered the storms

I’m just a woman who day by day

Wakes up and mechanically performs.

My life was in the big city

Tall buildings; concrete domes

Paved roads and business mecca’s

Lined streets with towering homes.

Commotion was on every corner.

My mother and father were near.

I felt a part of a bloodline

Now no longer is anyone here.

Sure I’m made to feel family

I’m treated with love and care.

But often I feel an outsider

Not one secret worthy to share.

I’ll wallow here in self-pity,

While everyone's called to serve.

I’ll sit alone with fields of green

Wondering why I chose to swerve.