In The Open Fields Of Green Grass After The Rain

i walk in there
i see clouds and clear skies
in the open fields of green grass
after a night of rain

i go close to the little brown birds
feeding on the path
and always i like it when they all fly away from me
they hurry and spread in the skies like my morning prayers.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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