
I’m no perpetrator
I’ve never trespassed
On anyone’s field of clover
After all
‘No trespassing’ signs
Were not intended for
The wayfaring lover
Don’t call me a villain
Or call on
The long arm of the law
For how can you judge
An act you never saw….
And if you did not see
You cannot prove
Anything…
So don’t call me
A lawbreaker
Caught trespassing…
I am simply
A wanderer in love…
With bridges, fields and freedom
Star-brushed sky, moonlit hills
Oh, have you seen them?
I am no trespasser
For none can own the night
The field of grass
Or lay claim to moonlight
I will not trespass
I simply heed
The restless call
A thirsting greed
To watch the night fall
From the top of this hill
Or beneath this bridge
I intend no ill
But this wind-tossed ridge
Called my name tonight
Where I knew you were waiting….
And I was right
All Rights Reserved
Janet Martin















































