Sleeping on the Ground

Gordon McFarland
1 min readOct 24, 2019

A memory of bygone days

The summer night sky
stars clustered, scattered
across the canvas

In our sleeping bags
we brothers tremble
with a quiet joy
mixed with fear and dread

Love never stronger
eternity close
as we lay in stillness
on the mowed hay field

I believe we knew
we were in
paradise.

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