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