The Fields Of Monterey

The Fields Of Monterey.

By Paul McCann

 The claret ash stood its ground

as all around the snow fell down

on the fields of Monterey.

Snow angels appeared  

and laughter was in the air

and everywhere children began to play .

On the hill life was frozen still

in the cold chill of winter

and nobody cared at all

for the wild flowers that had died

or the birds that flew away

before the start of the fall . 

A desert of dreams spread out

across a new horizon upon the fields of Monterey

the sun rose like a beacon of hope

as the winter passed on,   

and it was a brand new day .

On the fields of Monterey, it was a brand new day

and dreams lay forgotten in the rain .

Tomorrow came and a golden light shone down

on the ground and everything was just the same  .

The wild winds blew and the grass grew thick

where once a claret ash had stood so tall yesterday .   

The seasons of life had been scattered like seeds

where time passed over the fields of Monterey .

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