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