Pastoral Recall

PASTORAL Yes I remember when this was all fields Patchworked across the vale to chalky down The cornfield and the pastures and the weald That fed the hearts and bodies of the town Yes I recall the footpath that we took To reach the hamlet and the blessed lake O’er styles and hedges and the little brook Where we would stop to give our thirst some slake Yes I can feel the wind upon my face That cooled our sweat as we ascend the hill And as we climbed our minds rose up apace Then widened loosing bonds to our free will Yes I now hold the memory in my heart And see the images as I near sleep Though they are gone they still remain a part Of my own world, reside in spirit deep Submitted: 15 August 2019 N/A in contest: Any Poem You Want to Write 180 words or less By Caren Krutsinger