I'm standing in a field of green <br />Sunshine, flowers and grass to see <br />Bunnies, birds and deer are there <br />You can see them everywhere <br />But then the day turns to night <br />Not a deer or bird in sight <br />I begin to run from a fear unseen <br />Then I cry, 'What's chasing Me? ! ' <br />I look behind but nothing there <br />What is it? A monster, goblin or bear? <br />The field, I realize, doesn't end <br />It just keeps going no turns or bends <br />I trip and fall I hit my head <br />In a matter of time I will be dead <br />But then I wake beside my bed <br />It was just a dream, did I take my med's?<br /><br />Jordan Davis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-thing-4/
