Harpers Field
O’er Harper’s fields the sun rises and stirs
Daybreak awakens, night is forsaken
In valleys low, dense fog occurs
The sun rekindles all that slept
Young fawns lay, white foxglove sway
Visions are absorbed, memories are kept.
Warm touches from the radiant sun
Bluebells have flourished, nature has nourished
Burrows were dug, webs were spun.
Abandon field’s bed down wildlife
Grassy slopes drop, no remaining crops
Straw banners cling, waving loose strife.
Pastures had excelled around and about
Hidden narrow creeks, fall foliage speaks
Thriving with vitality, now gone without.
Beaten paths appear, no machinery sound
View was splendid, now all has ended
Troughs lie around, starlings fly outbound.
History echoes the past, but fields will last
What lies untold, life will unfold
Creation is precious, second to none
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
