those fields of glory
each with its own rapacious story
some were battlefields
drenched in blood and broken shields
what element created each equation
determined men on every occasion
some were salt flats with mineral licks
others fields of worrisome stone and broken sticks
some were minefields filled with craters and death
other circular sacred sites where standing stones came to rest
one surrounded a stone castle encompassed by a deep moat
another a shepherd's place with herds of sheep and goats
some were simply fields of dreams
others where hopes came to rest and unfulfilled prayers it seems
one was a wild meadow where killdeer came to nest
there are those that farm folk thought they'd grow and invest
some were short grass populated with prairie dog mounds
some where popular festivals of song and dance made the sounds
there are those with wildflowers and aromatic herbs
some fields border public schools and cement city curbs
the one that I seek stands on an elusive edge
where God came to think and make his historic life pledge
I look at the historic sky
I study the historic earth
I wonder if God thinks his pledge still has worth
if the sun and the moon came to play in that field
I wonder if mankind's obstinance would finally yield
and realize all things materialize on the same playing field

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