On the field
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Timothy Whitfield, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2004
to walk on the field without reason to yeild;
a tear and a sigh, while watching the sky, a reason to cry, yet a sense of deny;
with a sprins or a run,causing a pain to your lungs, and the heat of the sun, provokes a jumpof the gun;
now sit down and ask, hmmm what in your past, prevents your yield on the field!