On Line Journal

In Every Field back story.

I lay asleep dreaming one night with a black and white field of poppies being gently blown by a breeze as far as your eyes could see.

Suddenly, the center of the field came into sharp full color focus and the field went through the seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Repeating over and over in my minds eye.

I awoke with this vision playing still in my minds eye. I felt the stirring of the iconic poem "In Flanders Field" coming into my mind that was written out of love that posed a great many questions to the readership. I opened my heart and out of my soul I penned "In Every Field!"

Oh if only we treated each other as equals there would be no need for war.