The meadow bathed in Summer sun

has birthed a flood of yellow blooms

all frolicking like school-freed kids

vacationing and having fun.

A farmer tractors green terrain

oft dotted with a wide-limbed tree

up rolling hills, through stream-filled vales

all back-dropped by a mountain chain.

Clouds tinted pink roam overhead

and cloak a sun who’s shy today

unlike the playful teasing wind

who through the carefree flowers sped.

A farm boy freed an hour from chores,

I love to wander through Dad’s fields,

drink in this season’s loveliness,

and whisper “Thanks!” as my heart soars.