The Field
The nights out here are bright and clear,
Light pollution is not a fear, the North Star
Is unusually bright, while Venus shows its
Distant light.
The nights out here are clear and bright,
The clouds the stewards of the night,
And when the light is proud to dawn,
Comes the hare and spritely fawn
Thunder boxes wooden roofs, rain's
Rivers splatter nests and hooves, while
In the hedgerow’s brambled way, sparrow’s
Hop and dormice play
And as the milky day unfolds, mare’s breasts
Suckle shaky foals, and all lays well till day is
Old, in pastoral scene, spun clear from gold
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