Come Again
Comes again
The hills surround the green summer grain
A tractor passed us on the muddy lane
A field mouse scampers as I hear the coming train
A sky of blue as I look up to see a jumbo jet plane
A church bell rings out as to us its history’s domain
A child walks by with his bicycle and broken chain
A dog barks as if to say I want my dinner again and again
Then silence comes as we are in fields of tall trees bowing to the sun fain
And birds are singing and flying as courtship in this open plain
A corn field yellow diverts my eyes from the black clouds about to tipple rain
We lay under the canopy of the wood as the smell of the steam raises from a fence once a blain
A walk away we reach a fish pond and men of the village sit and contemplate sustain
An evening draws in and we walk home with sights of butterflies and a sense of our terrain
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