I cast my line into the field of dreams.
Where a poppy bloomed a bright lone star.
Sweet angelic perfect divinely so.
For it sang to me in dulcet tones.
Its story to divulge.
Of stony ground and dusty days
The ache to see the sun.
But bloom it did in gentle breeze.
Its right to life was won.
Amongst the corn it shone so bright.
A precious gem that won its fight.
The harvest that sang in another tone.
Had made this place a perfect home.
So as i watched it gave me hope.
That struggle for life helped me cope