I crossed a field
A stile and gate
And breathed the country air,
So fresh the wind
Upon my face
Away from anywhere.
I saw a lark
Ascending up
Into the deep blue sky,
Out from the grass
Of waving gold
As I just walked on by.
I felt the sun
Upon my back
The warmth that I did feel,
As it did light
The countryside
And filled my heart with zeal.
I heard the blackbird
Singing so
Upon the highest tree,
So sweet the song
So gently phrased
So restful and so free.
A soft pastoral poem penned with a fine nib. A watercolor piece. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A soft and soothing poem! A beautiful read Andrew! ! *10*! ! ! Thank you for sharing! ! ! Best regards , Friend Thad
i do normal like to give advice but it is very hard it all ryhmes perfectly and very fluent, just dont change to quiickly on one subject, slowly change.
I love the rhyme and rhythm of this poem. It is so fluid in its movement that it reminds me of a spring bathed in country air. Very, very nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, , I can feel how peaceful this day must have been