Meditation in Dan Morrisey`s Field,
MEDITATION IN DAN MORRISEYS FIELD This field, spare and stubbled in autumn, bound by fog enwrapped river, holds my child enthralled. Its silent banks empty, at last, of all but solitary boy, and he, silent, intent, he is armed with net and jamjar, he is framed by re stained evening held upward by... Sign in to see full entry.