MIRACLE IN THE FIELD

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    MIRACLE IN THE FIELD


    We five bundled up with boots
    and coats, hats, mittens and scarves
    until we looked like the mummy
    in the Saturday scary movies
    We could actually move about as well.

    Out we went, facing the blinding snow
    We would make our presence known
    on that blank field of powdery white fluff
    where we could create a multitude of tracks
    in secret code round and round a circle.

    Then ever so faint steps to the bare field
    We lay down on our backs, arms outstretched
    and moved them with great fury up and down
    from our head to the side of our hips
    spreading our legs back and forth as well.

    Ever so carefully, we got up from the spot
    we had lain in and picked our way carefully
    stepping in our former footsteps
    LO! We had made beautiful fresh images
    in the perfect unmarked snow...

    Back in the house we settled in for hot chocolate.
    The temperature was dropping and we were glad
    to amuse ourselves with a game of dominoes
    Mother looked out toward the back field,
    "Now just look at that, will you,
    there are five angels in that field."


    MJC

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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