Dis is ma original poem. Not plagirised.
I walk through the fields of the cow grazing pasture,
I feel the north winds brush gently across my scalp,
The warmth of the evening sunset hugs my sensitive skin,
As I hear the faint swish of grandpa's windmill,
I begin to escape into my head,
A land of happiness and freedom,
Where I can be alone and forget the stresses of life,
I slowly take a drag of the ganja,
And the feeling sinks deeper into the back of my head,
I am locked into a trance and the reggae spirit guides me.
Jah feel it