This field behind my house I know quite well

Know to wear long pants to cheat the briars

And long sleeves too, the skeeters to repel

Watch your feet to save pollen suppliers

Walking to the edge requires an hour

A fallen log provides a resting spot

To search for the rare, elusive flower

I was distracted, that’s how I got caught

No one could hear me yell in the meadow

Too late remembering the lesson taught

To come home when the light still has a glow

I tried hard not to die, I kicked and fought

So in this field, a ghost I must remain

Until my family finds where I was lain