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Field of Dreams
by Roger Crique (Age: 51)
copyright 08-19-2005


Age Rating: 7 to 127

 
Oh, Lord, bring me respite from this daily nightmare
For my hands are torn to the bone from this picking
I am barren to my waist
For my forehead has shed the last of my sweat

Take your sunrise; it does not belong to me
For the sun that chars my neck is but my foe
I am burned to my senses; blackened to my core
my bundle must be without dirt, pure, perfect
lest I spend all night on bent knees

This is to me a river of death, an ocean of solitude and a lifetime of torment
For these colorless clouds are everywhere
I cannot see the end to this chore that has crippled me
Find for me my strength, for my eyes are bloody
and I cannot see clearly

Take the last of my blood
And make of him a new man
A man free to roam the fields
Free to rest under a tree
free to speak his voice without regards

Prepare for me my pillow, in my own bed
for I no longer have the strength to move on
Grant me the fortitude to die in peace
for I am as good as dead
picking these colorless clouds

Break my chains, oh, God of all men
lift my silence from my entrails
For no man should toil in such hardship
rid of me this bondage, Lord,
shatter the yoke that oppresses
for all men were not created equal!


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09-07-2005 Regina Pate    

I will remind you as I have reminded Jack, those that love their live will lose it, those that hate their life will keep it.
08-19-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

All men may be created equally, but they don't get the same chances! Life has much pain and toil and we all react differently. The way we react is what puts us where we end up. Its nice to believe that some higher being will lay a hand on us and relieve our misery, but I believe that faith is a guide and not a ladder up! We live by moral standards and hope others do as well. Treat others as you want to be treated and life will become more pleasurable for you in return. This is another good write, Anthony
08-19-2005 David Pekrul    

What can I say? This is perfect. I am sure this prayer was recited many times in the cotton fields of the south during the days of slavery. You have written as if to understand the feelings and anguish of the slaves. Very well done!
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