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Jul 2015 · 1.5k
In Fields of Gold
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
Asleep I am, Yet awake
In fields of wheat my mind does make
Rich I am in all this gold
All the beauty it beholds

Not a street within my eyes
Where yellow meets clear blue skies
I stand alone as I am one
In fields of gold under the sun

To my dismay I am returned
My skin is pink , like a burn
My fields of gold I see no more
I was rich but again I'm poor

Written by E.Rushton
In this poem I was rich with nothing more than my dream. When I stopped dreaming I became poor. Keep your dreams alive !!
Jul 2015 · 756
My thirst is gone
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
As the rain fell
ripples formed
inside my heart
tickling my emotions

A smell of freshness
protruded my senses
carrying my mind
to a land of peace

like tears of laughter
drops cleanse my soul
in a dream like state
gravity has vanished

hydrated again
my thirst is gone
my spirit awakens
and my wings take flight

By E.Rushton
Jul 2015 · 785
The bat and the cat
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
Little red bat
  said to cat
Lets play ball
Cat grabbed the bat
Swung like a brat
Well, the bat went flying
The cat started crying

Then the cat and the bat
laughed as they sat
On top of a big ant hill
They laughed till they cried
and then they decide
At ball they had their fill

Written by E.M.Rushton
I decided to take a leave of reality while writing this one. Enjoy. Take some time to read this to a child and your heart will become lighter.
Jul 2015 · 486
Silent promise
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
My thoughts and my pain along with my sorrow
Are fading away with the hopes of tomorrow
The smell of the summer, It came like a flood
And lavished my mind, as it ran through my blood

The sun and the land, together it came
And kissed one another, like beau and his dame
As one they did blush, Pink fuchsia appears
The breathtaking scene, I stood there in tears

Brought from my trance, a whisper I heard
A promise between them, without speaking a word
Together again some night they will meet
Spectacular it be , I was swept off my feet

written by E.M.Rushton
someone ask me to write a poem about a sunset. I didn't think I could
Jul 2015 · 330
Flying high
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
Today I'm going to catch some butter flies
And sit upon their wings
Where I'll fly ,I don't know
But I'll see some beautiful things

On top of a tree an elephant sat
Playing a fiddle and wearing a hat
Then to the east my pilot did turn
A little to fast, my stomach did churn

I couldn't believe what my eyes they did see
Dancing away was frog and a flea
I laugh so hard I fell from the wings
In a cloud with a fish dancing with rings

As I sit there and watch, I feel on my head
A big drop of rain, the size of a bed
With the rain I fall fast, and dizzy I get
Then I awaken, Its a dream I regret.
E.M.Rushton.
A little fun
Jul 2015 · 484
My heart is the page
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
My heart is the page, upon your words of insults are written
My tears you bath in ,to wash away your guilt
My mind is your pillow, in which you lay your blame to rest
In my fear, you gain your bullying strength
My loneliness is your sanctuary of happiness
My bruised  body, is the place of birth for your rage

The pieces of me, on which  you've left a scar
Is only the surface, of who I am
I've taken and hidden, the rest of my heart
Beyond to a place, you will never to find
My tears  will dry, and my eyes they will shine
For the light I will see, and the darkness unbound
My mind will awaken and the truth shall be found

The fault will be shaken and pride will regain
The fear will dissolve and my strength I will gain
And stand up to you with pride I will see
Love will walk in, and alone I wont be
The bruises will fade, and in time they will heal
The pieces I hid you could not steal

Written by E.M.Rushton
Jul 2015 · 961
The Lone Wolf of Silver
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
The air is cool
The Moon sits high
The night is black
As here I lie

The silence is eerie
My ears are alert
The sounds make me Leary
I'm scared and I'm hurt

Sleep forces itself , upon my eyes
I dare not close, for here what may lie
I here the crack of some branches behind
My dangerous plight , and my breath I cant find

The pearly white teeth in front of me glares
The coyote it growls, and at me it stares
Then just when I pray and think I am done
Is the lone wolf of silver, in the midnight sun

With movements so swift, as that of a hawk
He faces my enemy and as a shield he does block
With his head to moon, he cry's out a howl
The coyote backs off and away he does prowl

As the beautiful wise wolf turns his head toward me
He's mysterious but scary and I just want to flee
With a powerful leap into the darkness he's gone
This wolf save my life and now he's off in the dawn

Written by E.M.Rushton
Jul 2015 · 479
Faces of soot
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
Once again spring is here
the animals run again in fear
the grass is dead , the trees are dry
the weather is warm and the sun is up high

The firefighters gear up to roll
Protecting the land is their main goal
They study the weather and put out alerts
And pray to god no one gets hurt

The radio blares of a fire out there
Lights and sirens , no time to spare
Light grey in color , the column of smoke
the one that lit it , thinks its a joke

Back in the woods , in no mans land
Its hard to contain , in a softwood stand
the wind is high , no rain in sight
The flaming beast put up a fight

With faces of black and smelling of smoke
the beast is contained, but a long ways from out
We now have a hose line around the perimeter
Our bellies hungry with no time for dinner

Written by E.ME. M. Rushton
Jul 2015 · 493
If only
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
The heat was intense, The inferno had crowned
The tress were black sticks, alone in the ground
the men and women .who fought the blaze
Knows all to well ,what in it does lays

there the little fawn does lie
with no trees , it try's to hide
And momma coyote, who's young are gone
paces blindly into the dawn

The nest of birds, that did survive
lays the young, that couldn't fly
and in the soot ,a dead fox lays
where it use, to run and play

the moss and plants, that here they grew
Until the fire, raged on through
the homes of many, now destroyed
and many hearts ,there is a void

A fire fighter ,who fought today
in a hospital bed, there she lays
you lit the fire, and had your fun
You can’t undo what’s already been done .

Written by E.M.Rushton
As a wild land fire fighter I see the results of people setting fires in the woods  way to often.  Sooo much  needlessly destroyed.

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