Out in the field with the Goddess.

[osran]

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

The foolish fear 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 nods,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born.
Out in the field with the
Goddess.

[aislinstorm]

That is absolutely beautiful

[osran]

Greetings Aislinstorm. Thank you for the compliment. It is one of the best that I've written in years actually.

[aislinstorm]

Your welcome...I really enjoyed it