The Boy

Written in 1983 .. inspired by the cover of my copy of Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury.

He stands alone
in a field
of grass
and flowers.
Pants, too big,
hang from
brown suspenders.
Solemn,
in his face.
Is the boy sad?
Is the boy lonely?
Alone, he stands
in a field
of bombs
and flowers.
Who will help
him now?