Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Out in the fields with God

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 pass,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay;
Among the rustling of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
Out in the fields with God!

--Author Unknown


  1. Love the photo and love that poem.

  2. One of the few things I enjoyed about growing up on a farm...


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