Surviving The Fields

The acoustics of a pummeling rain

Like the distant echo inside a lonely canyon

It bounces hard off the concrete overpass

A pounding that reverberates through the steel beams

There is a wanderer who lies beneath, and hangs onto every last note

The hammering water brings the tranquility of a soothing voice over a soft melody

And will help to bring him a peaceful night of rest

At least for this night he has earned the rights to these gravel sheets

A temporary reward for what can often come at great risk

The frequency of what can be a vicious existence

A brutal life altering reality for many in the playing field

To see this night may require you to come outside of your former self, as did he

Just one of the many harsh realities of those wandering in no particular direction

It even provided for a few morsels which can often be an elusive commodity

Same soiled clothes, but for at least this day a dry bed with a firm mattress

So, for this one shining moment

He will enjoy the sweet sounds of what likely will be a short lived triumph

It has been said

To the victor go the spoils

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