On the field

• Timothy Whitfield, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 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 sprint or a run,causing a pain to your lungs, and the heat of the sun, provokes a jump of the gun;
now is your task,to sit down and ask, hmmm what in your past, prevents your yield on the field!