The ox and the field are one <br />Seemless grazing <br />a gentle breeze <br />Hot yellow sun scorching <br />the colors out.. <br />then Nothing remains. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />05/17/06<br /><br />Barbara James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ox-and-the-field-are-one/
