BLUE FIELDS
DAVE REEDE / AGSTOCKUSA / SCIENCE PHOTO LIBRARY
Sometime of late a patch of sky
broke free; drifted on a zephyr breeze,
as if to choose whose field to please
and once decided, nestled into every fold
of rich brown earth on the fertile wold.
The last time that I passed this way
the jays and ravens cawed and crowed
raucously as the farmer sowed,
gleaning the seed of linen flax
sown in furrows of fresh-ploughed tracks.
Now, like waves of a landlocked sea
the shimmering blue of flaxen flowers
clothes the land for a few bright hours,
so weary travellers like me, might
gaze awhile at the wondrous sight.
By CATSEYES
© 2008 CATSEYES
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