[MEG33]

Out in the Fields with God
by Anonymous

The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what might happen,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
Out in the fields with God.

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~Happy Lord's Day To The Lair~
This poem is a favorite of mine.

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful, beautiful, I love this poem, too.

Have a grand day, Meg, thank you.

[potlatch]

Your graphics are always just beautiful and this is a wonderful poem.

Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

I haven’t heard these sounds in many years but I know them well. Yet, how I’d love to hear the birds sing again.

Thank you Meg