Field of Dream

Running through field,

on a summer's day.

warmth of sun upon the face.

Fragrant scent of wild flowers.

Colored spots on canvas grass,

a view to please the eyes.

Birds above chirping song,

so free they fly into the sky.

A butterfly, disturbed, it flits,

darting here and dodging there.

I feel so free to run and play,

with no cares to care.

Happiness with so much joy,

dreams to dream of loveliness.

A time of joy to remember,

must surely be a dream.

Energies spent, I lay down,

to awake within my bed.

- Roger W Hancock