fields of fun

[oh my eyes!
how sore they are
but, as I close them now
to retreat and rest,
I dream of my fields of fun]

Under green trees and sun
Where we play and we run
And our work is undone -
These are our fields of fun

/i've done about 3 poems over the past two days. must get them up. this was one that i did in class today... just scribbled it down... i found it quite hard to connect the two stanzas.. so perhaps i should simply use the last verse alone... it came from a one-liner i thought of a few months ago - "in our fields of fun"... oh well... bah i disagreed with royce over the content of a recent post.. but i guess i should just accept his form of artistic expression...