April 18th 2025
Rio M Sleeth
manannan0806@berkeley.eduI’m an anthropology major, I transferred from Cuesta College in San Luis Obispo to here last year (though I’m actually from Big Sur in Monterey County), I enjoy drawing and doing crafts.
There was once a field of stones,
it was owned by a Mr. Lowes,
among the corn and the bones.
Along the path it stood alone,
a pitchfork of times unknown,
there was once a field of stones.
It was here where they’ve grown,
those foolish clones,
among the the corn and the bones.
When tied they’d groan,
in the tatters they had sewn,
there was once a field of stones.
When the crows flew by they’d moan,
thus it was kept overgrown,
among the corn and the bones.
When their bonds began to mold,
then did they begin to mown.
There was once a field of stones,
among the corn and the bones.
