It stands in an open field.
Maybe it feels somewhat insecure.
Maybe it’s not that it does not want company.
But maybe it just likes a certain bit of distance.
Maybe the distance allows it a better view,
Of the crowds packed in neat groups.
Well, maybe it finds it hard to fit in.
But then maybe it doesn’t want to.
Despite all though, it stands strong and proud.
And if you pass by, it’ll take your heart.
The Quotation was:
“The Poetry Of Earth Is Never Dead.” – John Keats