May Field Poem by Malory Joyce

I walked barefoot in an open field today
the sky was blue,
the clouds were white,
and the sun smiled upon may.

There was a trail cut down the middle,
the rest were lines,
they all were the same,
and to get lost was being in a riddle.

We carried sunflower seeds in a sack,
at the beginning,
at the end,
we laid a pile to find our way back.

The clouds were fallowing us around,
there was a pony,
there was a castle,
and I ran after them along ground.

The sun was finally tired from smiling,
so it yawned,
so it stretched,
and so it painted the sky orange falling.

We walked on back side to side
I was tired,
I was weak,
and you lifted me for a piggy back ride.

We counted the piles of seeds we laid,
there was one,
there was more,
and soon enough my sight began to fade.

You drove home with me in the back seat,
I was sleeping,
I was dreaming,
and you put me to bed with mud on my feet.